Wild Nights With My Brother’s Ex-Best Friend novel Chapter 76

NICOLE

We’ll be leaving tonight, and the truth is that I wish we could stay longer, even though I have responsibilities awaiting me back home.

But I don’t want to think about that.

I’m in the lobby, waiting for Roman because he forgot his wallet back in the room. He’s been so distracted lately, but it’s a good look on him.

Different from what I saw back home.

I’m having a fun, wild time with him…but there’s a part of me that keeps wondering what’ll happen when we get back.

Will this last? Do I truly believe him when he says he’ll do what he can to stay with me?

I don’t want him to go to jail.

Not for me.

I’m chewing my bottom lip while thinking about this when I’m approached by someone unexpected. My heart sinks a little at the sight of his face.

Roman’s friend. Malcolm. The one I met at the beach.

“Hello,” he says with a smile as he approaches me. “It’s nice to see you here. Where’s Roman?”

“Oh, he’s upstairs. He’ll be down in a second.”

“I see,” he replies with that same smile. It’s so fake it’s almost uncanny.

“Well, I’ve got to run, but I want to ask you to send regards to your… father.”

I nod, swallowing, and he walks away. I don’t like how he said the wordfather. To me, it sounded like he was implying something.

Or am I being paranoid?

Carmen and | look very different, from our skin tones to our hair colors.

Only someone who truly didn’t know her would believe I was her.

Maybe Roman made a mistake when he told him that.

At last, Roman shows up, and he smiles at me even from a distance. I push all this to the back of my mind, but before that, I briefly ask myself if I should mention the encounter to him.

I decide against it before he even reaches me.

“Ready?”

We walk out of the hotel and make it to the city’s center in no time. We walk hand-in-hand, taking in all the pretty sights. It’s getting increasingly harder to ignore the nagging in the back of my mind, but / push through it.

Focus on the moment.

A shop with pretty handmade dresses catches my attention, and I find my footsteps slowing while my attention is solely on the mannequin.

“Pretty dress,” Roman comments beside me. “Maybe you should try it on?”

“No,” I say quickly and dismissively, but Roman sees right through my act and practically drags me inside the shop despite my protests.

It smells of lavender. The woman behind the counter approaches us with a friendly smile, and before I know it, I’m in the fitting room with Roman to try on the new dress.

There’s barely enough room for us both. He’s seated on the smallwooden bench and his knees are touching the back of my legs. The mirror in front of me is full-length.

I give Roman a look. “Is this really necessary? You don’t have to be in here with me.

I can just smell his wicked intentions. He folds his arms across his massive chest and smiles as he rests his back against the wall. The white and blue striped shirt he’s wearing really complements his complexion. “What? I want to see you in the dress.”

I have to strip out of my shorts and yellow shirt, and the air all around us thickens. I’m standing in just my underwear, ready to throw the dress over my head

Roman grabs me by the hips and sinks his teeth into my ass cheek. ”

Mm. Juicy.”

– I’m open-mouthed. “Could you not?”

“Couldn’t resist it.”

I throw the dress on and turn from side to side. It’s a lovely navy blue color with white embroidery. “What do you think?”

“I think | like it better when you’re wearing…nothing.”

I turn around to face him, already annoyed at his response, but he pulls me close and I’m now standing between his legs. “Relax. Of course, you look beautiful. You look beautiful in everything.”

“Sure?”

He nods and kisses the front of my neck. I don’t like how quickly heat coils in my belly, so I push him away. “The shop’s small. We can’t do anything funny.”

“You’re the one mentioning it.””Because I can read your mind!”

His hands go around my thighs and he pulls me down to his lap so I’m straddting him. He nibbles my ear and I grind against him just a little.

“Roman,” I plead, making sure to keep my voice low. “You need to stop this.”

“You’re the one asking for it,” he murmurs against my skin. “Come on, let’s get out of here before I rip this dress off you.”

I end up taking two more dresses and Roman pays before I even have a chance to protest.

He carries the shopping bag. His other arm goes around me. The city’s starting to fill up with lots of tourists. Roman says,

, “We should come

back here someday.”

“Sure,” I agree. I don’t know how I feel about his statement.

Roman tightens his arm around me and doesn’t comment. I wonder if he senses it, too. My confusion. We head into the restaurant to have lunch, and things feel a lot calmer between us. We don’t discuss the fact that we’ll return soon. We don’t talk about how life will be after this place.

It’s hard to believe that, a few days ago, I was in a relationship with Sebastian and I was on that cruise ship with him.

Roman inches closer to me and says, “I don’t like it when you’re in this state. What are you thinking about?”

“Do you really need to ask?”

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