Wild Nights With My Brother's Ex-Best Friend novel Chapter 62

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ROMAN

I loosen my tie and sink into my office chair. It's almost the end of the day, and it's time for my fucking depression to shine.

It's the one time of the day when I allow myself to think about her. My work is done and I can indulge. That's what I like to call it anyway. Indulging. I've got nothing better to do. My days are all the same—all fucking boring.

I don't care anymore. And it never fails to shock me that I got to this point.

Usually, when I'm having a bad day, I don't complain too much because I know it can always get worse, and right now, it's just gotten a thousand times worse.

I only see Carmen when I get back home, and since we got married, I've been avoiding her like the plague. What? I already married her so I don't owe her a single fuck. She can't do a thing about it, and neither can her father.

In fact, now that I'm married to her, I'm more of a free man than I was before.

But she barges into my office and starts talking to me in her voice that gets on my nerves. I can't stand a single thing about her, and sometimes I wonder how the hell I was attracted to her enough to the point of taking her to my bed.

"Honey," she begins, "you never answered my phone calls! And then I sent you a text and you ignored that, too? Are you so busy that you don't have time for me anymore?"

Oh, Carmen loves playing these games. A smile tugs at the corners of my lips—that's how irritated I am—and I keep staring out the large, wall-sized window in my office that gives me a glimpse of the best part of the city. I don't turn around to look at her at all.

"Roman!" she says insistently. I still ignore her. "I need an answer concerning the cruise so I can make plans accordingly. Are you coming or not?"

"No."

"What?" she asks indignantly. "But it's an important cruise! There will be tons of people there you could meet and socialize with!"

I hate her now more than ever, and though I'm the one who got myself into the shithole, I can't help myself. I resent her. "I don't care about any of that. I don't need to socialize with anyone else. I'm Roman Fucking Hayes, or did you forget that?"

"That doesn't mean you can't have more than you already do," she argues.

I whirl around and put my hands together before asking her. "What? I'm too broke for you now? Is that what you're trying to say?"

Carmen doesn't answer me. I stand up and close the distance between us slowly. Once I'm close enough to her, I tell her in a low voice, "I would flush all my money down the toilet just to spite you, Carmen. Then, you'd be married to a broke man and all of these delusions of yours would cease to exist."

"How dare you say this to me?" she asks through gritted teeth, anger flashing in her eyes.

"I'm already married to you," I remind her. "You got what you wanted, and now you'll pay the price for it. The agreement was for us to marry, not for me to be a loving husband. You're not the boss of me. I don't care about anything that interests you. I won't go to that fucking cruise."

Offended, Carmen grabs her purse and leaves. Thank fuck. I'm alone once more, and devious thoughts enter my mind. For the most part, I ignore them, but right now, the urge to see Nikki is strong.

Things between us ended in a shitty way and it's all my fault. I wish I could keep her out of my thoughts but it's impossible and I'm tired of fighting my brain, body, and instincts. I would give anything for things to go back to the way they were.

Anything.

But since I can't have that, I content myself with seeing her. It might not amount to anything, and maybe someday, I'll wake up and I won't feel like seeing her, but right now isn't that moment.