Wild Nights With My Brother's Ex-Best Friend novel Chapter 93

NICOLE

It's a pretty lengthy conversation, and in the end, I'm glad I came because I don't regret talking to her. Katie has a way of turning any bad thing into something good, and in the end, it's easy for me to let go of the guilt of hurting Sebastian's feelings.

"Remember, Nicole—people will judge you like they're standing in your shoes, but at the end of the day, only you get to truly benefit, or not, from the decisions you make. So, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter what anyone thinks about you. It's all noise. Noise can be drowned out. Noise dies away eventually. I'm happy for you, but I will, as a motherly figure, ask you to be cautious with this man."

I nod. "I will. In fact, I think I'm holding back more than I am involved in this relationship. But I love him, and I can't deny that. I think he's changed. I'm hoping for it."

Katie gives me a sympathetic look.

Afterward, I get in my car, intending to drive back to Roman's so I can wait for him, but I only had a cup of coffee with Katie, and I skipped breakfast because of how nervous I was. I decide to stop at a café nearby, and I'm stunned to see a Help Wanted sign on the door.

I haven't seen one of these in ages, especially in a place this...nice. It's not a bad café. Not the most expensive one, but it'd be great if I could get a job here.

And I get it. As simple as that.

I tend to be introverted but the moment I need to impress or use my voice to get me something, that's when I become a completely different person. But this only happens in moments when I'm truly desperate, so not all the time. And I need this job.

Whatever job I can get, I'll need it.

Sebastian's job used to pay well but there's no way in hell I can go back to it. I wouldn't want it even if he had offered it back to me with the excuse that there are no bad feelings between us.

I know I wronged him. Badly at that.

I'll start tomorrow, but for now, I have nothing to do but grab lunch and head back to his apartment to wait. I have this intense feeling of being watched, but I make it to the have safely. And then, with the passkey, I manage to make it to his penthouse.

It's a long, long day. I'm anxious to tell him about the job and I also want to know what he wants to talk to me about. Pending matters really take a toll on me. I don't like it when I have so many unresolved issues.

When the time finally rolls around, Roman walks through the door and I don't miss how he seems so relieved to see me.

I rise from my position on the couch and greet him with a kiss on the lips. He comments, "Someone looks happy. Did everything go well with that friend of yours?"

"Yep. Better than expected. I also got a job at a café."

The look that crosses his features is almost comical. "Really."

I give his chest a light shove. "You could at least show some enthusiasm."

"I'm happy for you, but I'm not," he says honestly. "The fact that your boss will probably stare at you all day long just fucks with my head, alright?"

I shake my head at him. "Am I supposed to stay locked up in here all day?"

"Not in here exactly..."

I narrow my eyes at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Ready to go out?" he asks with a mischievous grin. "I wanna take you somewhere."

"Where exactly?"

"It's a surprise for now."

"I'm dead serious."

I cover my mouth with one hand and look around. "Roman...I can't accept this. No way. What do you mean, it's mine?"

"We're not going to have this argument, because one, I can give you whatever I want, and two, what's the whole point of having fucking money if I can't spoil the one person in the world I love more than anyone else?"

I stare at his face. He's being serious. "Roman..."

He closes the distance between us and puts his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "Just say your thank you so we can move on from this, alright? I chose this place because it's gated, meaning it's safer for you. Plus, I'll be here all the time. With you. Okay?"

I shake my head. I'm at a loss for words.

"Let me do this for you," he says in a low voice. "Let me spoil you a little, dammit. Let me do this for you. I'm so fucking crazy about you. I'd give you the world on a golden platter if you asked it of me, Nikki. Accept this. For me. For us."

I search his eyes. He said those words with so much passion that I'd be downright mean if I said no. Besides, who wouldn't want something like this? "Then, we break up and you kick me out."

He chuckles. "Of course, not. I could never hate you enough to do that. Plus, it's in your name, remember? I'll give you all the documents and you'll have to sign a few things. You'll deal with the decor, too. This is all temporary, if that's what you want."

I look around. Even the furniture looks expensive. He really thinks I'd throw this out? This place is perfect.

"This is insane," I whisper, my hold around him tightening. "You're insane, Roman."

"Only where you're concerned."

His lips find mine, and before I know it, we're tearing at each other's clothes and we're heading into the kitchen where he bends me over the counter and fucks me until I'm crying out as pure ecstasy courses through my veins.