Wild Nights With My Brother’s Ex-Best Friend novel Chapter 41

NICOLE

It’s been a few weeks since that phone call.

Yes, time is flying. I feel even more idiotic than I did before. And I’m still pregnant.

I have to decide whether or not I’m going to keep the baby. I can’t make a decision that will impact my whole life. And it isn’t just me I’m thinking about-this baby deserves so much more than I can give it.

I would’ve considered adoption if I weren’t so terrified of what I read in the news and on social media platforms all the time. about the abuse children suffer in foster homes. I can’t bear the thought of a stranger hurting my child. It brings tears to my eyes.

I’m seriously considering keeping the baby, even if it’ll be raised in a broken home by a mother with mistakes big enough to fill the Atlantic Ocean. Maybe by then, I’ll be changed. A better, stable person. Someone worthy of the title ‘mom!

I don’t know. I’m so torn and confused.

It would’ve been so much easier if I had Mason in my corner. He would’ve given me the perfect advice, and I would’ve known what to do. But after the things he told me, I realized that he’d probably never forgive me.

And he’s right. Who would want a shit person like me as a sibling? I’ve disappointed him in every way possible. Hell, I broke his trust, and his heart, too.

My thoughts are interrupted by Sebastian knocking on my table. I look up quickly and find him staring at me with an amused look on his face. “Everything okay?”

I tuck my hair behind my ear, feeling awkward that I was caught daydreaming on the job. “Yeah, I’m sorry. Did you say something I didn’t catch?”

“Yeah. I was just wondering if you remembered the event we’d be going to tonight. The whole office was invited.”

“Yes, yes,” I answer quickly. Why is he reminding me? Did he think I would forget? Oh my, am I known as the office’s airhead? “I’ll be there.”

“I was wondering if you needed a ride. I could take you.”

“Oh, I’ll be there,” I reveal. He sent us the invitation some days ago, so I’ll be able to slip in with no problem at all. “Thanks for offering.

“No problem,” he smiles warmly. “Let me know if you need anything.”

He enters his office and closes the door. I return to my work and try not to think about all the terrible things that have happened to me.

I’m tired of it all. All these thoughts run through my mind like a mental diarrhea. Unstoppable. Nasty, Leaving a burning sensation in the back of my mind.

I wish I could shut all these thoughts down and not have to think about anyone ever again. That’s the reason why I just isolated myself from the world. It wasn’t just a fear of judgment. I’ve never been good at coping with the things that make me upset. I’ll think about them until I wear them down to the point where they just vanish.

The day comes to an end, and I go to my shitty motel and get ready for the gala. I already bought a nice, scented dress I could use. It’s black and quite professional. As I put it on, I can’t stop myself from running my hands down my front. My belly is still flat, but what happens once I start to show?

What will I do then?

I leave the motel and drive to the venue, even though I’m a little bit early.

This is all an attempt to get away from my thoughts and the sad reality I’m living. I’m always trying to do something to avoid thinking about things.

I manage to find a parking spot because I’m early, which is an unexpected advantage, and then I step out of the car. I’m pleased to see a few people standing in front of the venue. At least I’m not so early to the point where it would be ridiculous.

That’s the spirit that brought me here, he admits. “You”

I feel the weight of his words right away, and it makes me look at his face for longer. Suddenly, he slows to a stop and I do the same. I don’t mean to be unprofessional or even toward, Nicole.”

“No,” I say with a shake of my head. “Of course, not. I didn’t think you were.”

I’ve been asking Katie about you,” he adds with just as much intensity. His eyes are searching mine now, and my heart is starting to beat faster because I’m sensing that there’s more to this conversation than I initially imagined. And that scares me. “I hope you don’t find that intrusive.”

“I don’t, I reply softly.

Sebastian searches my eyes again, and then jerks his head in the direction of a stall. “Come on. Let’s find out what’s going on over there.”

I follow him, a little dazed, and then boom.

I find myself staring right at Roman’s face. He’s standing on the other side of the room with a glass of champagne in his hand, and the look he’s giving me could’ve killed me.

Literally.