Wild Nights With My Brother's Ex-Best Friend novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Chapter 45

ROMAN

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As I leave the hospital, I feel this emptiness in my fucking chest that transports me right back to my adolescent years, when all I wanted to do was eat a fucking bullet to make it all go away.

The pain. The anger. And most importantly-the meaninglessness of it all.

Coming face-to-face with Mason Monroe after all this time was not on my bingo card for this year, but I didn’t have a choice. I knew Nikki would need her family, and I guessed that something had happened between them when I found out that she was staying at that crappy motel.

I sit in my car for the longest time, holding the steering wheel and trying to breathe. The past couple of days race through my mind. I think back to the damn fundraising event and how pissed I was that Nikki was hanging around Sebastian.

The way the fucker looked at her was enough to make me spiral. I could read his intentions-they were as clear as day. And then, to make things worse, I saw the way she looked at him, too.

It was my sign to stay away from her and let her live her life after the shit I pulled.

And I was determined to leave her alone, but then I saw how uncomfortable she got, and it didn’t take me long to realize that it was a waiter she was looking at.

When she left Sebastian’s side and met the guy on the other end of the room, that was when I knew I had to figure out what the hell was going on. She just seemed too uneasy. I came upon the scene that made me lose my mind, and I attacked mindlessly.

I couldn’t ever remember what I did to the guy. I was torn between wanting to rip him apart with my bare hands and getting Nikki help as quickly as possible. I saw blood on her skin and panicked. I’d never known that kind of fear before in all my life.

It was almost as if I’d been the one who beat her to a pulp.

I left that bastard where he was and picked her up before carrying her through the lobby of the hotel, yelling for someone to call an ambulance. Due to the nature of the event, the ambulance arrived right away. It was almost like they were just around

the corner.

I got her to the best clinic. Money wasn’t an issue. And that was when I was told about her condition-I had to lie and say she was my girlfriend so they’d give me information.

And fuck, it crushed me.

I wasn’t even sure what about the whole situation wounded me so much. I’ve never wanted to be a father and I’ve never kept that a secret from anyone. I don’t think I’m cut out for it.

But when the doctor told me she’d miscarried, something inside of me splintered. I found myself imagining a future I would’ve never in a million years dreamt of. I saw Nikki holding our son or daughter-in her arms, not knowing what to do with the little creature because I knew she wasn’t cut out to be a mother either, and moments later, I found myself sobbing uncontrollably in the middle of the fucking hallway, with dozens of people watching me.

In my vivid imagination, our child had her face.

After calming down, I knew I had to do the right thing and call her family, even though it meant coming face to face with Mason after what that fucking fuck did to me.

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3:59 pm P POX

Chapter 45

I told myself it was for her, though, not me.

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It was Haley who answered the phone, and naturally, she was shocked when she heard my voice. “Roman? Is that you?”

Hearing the sound of her voice after all this time didn’t do shit to me. I always thought I’d panic, or maybe that my anger from all those years ago would crash into me and rip me apart.

But I didn’t feel shit.

And that made me realize just how fucking stupid I’d been.

I quickly told her what happened and informed her where we were. An hour later, she and Mason were racing down the hallway. When Mason saw me, his face grew red, not from shame, but anger. His voice shook when he asked me:

“What did you do to my sister? You fucking son of a bitch!”

If Haley hadn’t gotten between us, we’d both be kicked out of the clinic. “This isn’t the time for this! Nicole needs us! Where is she? What happened?”

I couldn’t explain any of it. It was like reliving the exact moment when I was given the news over and over again. I directed them to the doctor, and she gave them the news.

I wasn’t sure if they knew the child she was carrying was mine. At that point, I didn’t even think it mattered. Mason demanded that Nikki be taken somewhere else-someplace he could afford.

He demanded to have her be transferred.

“Are you out of your damned mind?” I asked from where I was seated. “You’re going to risk taking her to some shithole you can barely afford?”

He advanced like a pitbull ready to attack. “Fuck you! You don’t say a single word to me! She’s my sister and I’ll take care of her how I know best. We don’t need your money! I don’t want you to have anything to do with her!”

Because he was her next of kin, there was nothing I could do. So, she was transferred to the shitty hospital, and I followed, regardless of what they thought. I didn’t give a shit.

I needed to see her.

I felt so betrayed that right now, it seems hilarious to me. What right did I have to feel that way?

Why would I feel the need to demand answers from her after what I did?

After my interaction with her, I feel…J don’t think devastated is the right word. There’s nothing left inside me. My shitty, selfish revenge plan backfired, and a lot of people got hurt, including me.

I start the car and head home, where I’ll be able to take a shower and get some sleep. I haven’t slept in the last forty-eight hours. I ignored all my calls and responsibilities. Nothing mattered.

I drive, but my attention isn’t on the road-it’s on the memory of Nikki screaming her head off at me. Her words stung, not because they weren’t true, but because they were.

How could someone like me-a Hayes of all people-be a father? An example? Take care of a little soul until they’re grown? I’d fuck that child up the same way my parents fucked me up. I don’t think the Hayes DNA should be spread at all.

We’re all worthless. Shit. The best thing about me was my friendship with Mason, and even that didn’t last.

Everything I touch spoils. Why would I want to pass down this fuckedupness to anyone else? It would be entirely selfish.

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