Wild Nights With My Brother's Ex-Best Friend novel Chapter 58

ROMAN

My eyes snap open and I shut them in the next instant.

A migraine develops behind my eyes, and I groan as I turn on my side, wondering where the hell I am and why my head fucking hurts so much.

But then it occurs to me.

Last night ended in a way I didn't expect it to. In fact, everything about yesterday will haunt me for a long time to come. The whole situation with Nikki is...fuck, I don't even know what to say.

It's all trashy and shitty, and it made me feel really down.

So, what did I do? I got drunk. Really drunk. I drank to the point where I didn't know where I was, and it was highly likely that I'd piss myself. Hell, a lot of it's a blur, and I just remember the drinking part.

Oh, yeah, there was something else...

I turn to look over my shoulder, and sure enough, the woman I dragged in here last night is sleeping beside me. Her long, dark wavy hair is covering her face, and she's snoring lightly. I groan and sit up while rubbing my face. I need a tall glass of water and painkillers.

Lots of them.

I shouldn't have done this, I realize as I head to the bathroom. But the problem was Nikki. I was so angry and I had this need to get her out of my system. I was tired of thinking about her and hoping she'd believe me.

Everything about this situation is so fucked.

But now that I've woken up, I know that what I was looking for is impossible and will never happen—I'll never forget her. Not ever.

I can do whatever I want. Only a bullet to the back of my head will erase her from my thoughts forever.

I try to clean up as best as I can, then hop in the shower. I keep the water cold so it wakes me up, and it helps. Afterward, I wrap a towel around my waist and step back into the room.

The one-night stand is awake, and she's seated on the edge of her bed while rubbing her eyes. When she senses my approach, she looks up sharply and smiles. "Morning."

Normally, I always try to be polite with the women I've fucked, but this morning, I'm not in the mood. My response is curt, and I merely nod at her.

"Last night was amazing, Roman," she claims before rising from the edge of the bed.

I open the closet and search for something to wear. I'm surprised she remembers my name when I'm not sure what here was. Esmé or something. I vaguely remember her screaming it at me over the loud music.

I thought she looked familiar, too, but I have no idea where I've seen her before. Besides, what are the chances?

It's time for her to leave now, though. She approached me. I was drunk. It just happened. But I've never been the sentimental type. I couldn't care if this woman lived or died.

I've only ever been tender with one person, and ironically, she doesn't want me. Not anymore.

"So," the woman begins, and the sound of her voice grates on my nerves for some reason. I'm especially irritated this morning. "What are your plans for the day?"

I whirl around to face her, a shirt in hand. "I don't mean to be an ass, but this is the part where you leave, sweetheart."

My words don't offend her. On the contrary, she smiles like she knows something I don't. "Sure. No problem, Roman."

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