Wild Nights With My Brother’s Ex-Best Friend novel Chapter 159

NICOLE

I can’t believe it.

After three and a half hours, Roman and I are married, and I’ve decided to take his surname, so I’m no longer Nicole Monroe.

I’m Nicole Hayes.

Gosh. When we decided to get it done in the morning, it didn’t really hit me that hard. Now that the papers have been signed and we’re bound for life, things are starting to sink in and I can’t believe it.

just can’t.

We’re both in the car, and my hand is in his. The wedding rings he got are stunning, but he still insisted that we should change them to something else.

Well, that doesn’t really matter to me.

What matters is that we’re together.

“I wish I could take the day off,” I comment.

Roman makes a face. I know this arrangement with Angus irritates him, but there’s nothing we can do about that. “I know. Don’t worry, we have more than enough time to celebrate our marriage. Alright? Don’t stress about it.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You seem calm about this.

Suspiciously so.”

“Do I?”

“Absolutely. What are you up to?”

“Me? Nothing?” He kisses me on the lips. “Have a great day at work.”

I give him another suspicious look before getting out of his car and making my way to the front of the building. I look back one more time to make sure he’s driving away, but he’s not. He’s watching me instead, and again I have the feeling that he’s up to something.

Or maybe he’s just waiting for me to disappear from sight.

That’s a possibility.

As I step into the elevator, I take a deep breath and focus on what I’m going to tell Angus when I get up there. I want him to know that he can’t control my life, and I’m married to Roman now. I expect him to respect that.

I’m super late to work, to the point where the secretary asks me if I’m doing okay. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.”

Her eyes go to my ring right before I walk past her and enter my office. I drop my things, take another deep breath, and then decide that it’s time for me to see Angus.

I approach his office, and I don’t come across anyone to stall me. Just as I raise my hand to knock, I hear voices from inside that make me stop.It’s him and Sebastian.

They’re talking.

…genuinely think that things between us are in the past, and what you’re asking of me is a little insane and out of pocket, Angus.”

“Nonsense,” Angus replies dismissively, sounding so cocky. “Nicole doesn’t know what she wants, not right away, but l’ll keep working on that and I assure you that by the end of the year, she’ll be yours.”

“Angus, I care a lot about Nicole, and I don’t want to overstep any line with her. If she doesn’t want me-”

“She wants you, I guarantee it,” Angus replies. His words make me damned angry. “Just keep doing what you’re doing and…

“Yes,” I answer. “Very happy.”

I see something flash across his eyes that confuses me so much that I decide I must’ve made a mistake. He nods and wishes me a good day, and I briefly watch him heading toward the door before I head to my office to get started on work.

I’m smiling. I can’t stop. I feel like I gave Angus a taste of his own medicine, and I’ve definitely taught him a lesson.

I’m sure he’ll try to retaliate in some way, so I’m trying not to feel too happy.

The point is that right now, I’m the one who’s won.

He’ll have to fight hard to beat this.

Not five minutes pass when my door bursts open and the executive assistant, Renate, says to me, “Something is happening downstairs! | just got the call!”

“What?” I ask, standing up.

“There’s a fight downstairs of some kind, and the only reason why I’m telling you this is that it’s Sebastian Crowewho’s involved. They’re thinking of calling the police, but figured I’d talk to you first, and maybe you can talk to Mr. Calieri?”

I nod quickly. “Okay. Let’s see what’s happening.”

This is genuinely the last thing I ever thought I’d hear.

Sebastian, fighting? It almost sounds ridiculous. I follow her downstairs, unsure of what it is I’m hoping witt come out of this.

When I get to the lobby, I realize the situation is more serious than I could’ve ever imagined.