LOGINNICOLE I'm still sipping on my frosted latte when we enter the jewelry store where our custom wedding bands will be made. This store is out of this world! I've never seen bigger diamonds in all my life, and deep down, I already know that whatever we've come to do here will cost a fortune. "Roman," I whisper to him, feeling painfully out of place in my outfit, "are you sure about this?""Of course, baby," he says right back before flashing me a radiant smile. He then throws his arm over my shoulder and pulls me closer to his side. "Don't worry about a thing, alright? Have I ever given you a reason to doubt anything?"I joke, "Is this satire?"Before Roman can respond, one of the employees approaches and welcomes us into their store. When she takes a good look at Roman's face, I notice that her eyes widen and she puts her hands together. "Mr. Hayes...it's such a pleasure to meet you! What can I do for you?"Roman explains that he wants custom rings made for us both, and she calls the
NICOLE I wake up to the feel of Roman's hands on me. Shortly afterward, he presses a kiss to my nape and pulls me even closer to him. I take several deep breaths, enjoying being this close to him. I feel calm. Relaxed. Spent. "How're you feeling?" he asks in a deep, sleepy voice. "Great," I answer. Then, after a second thought, I add, "Sore."Roman's quiet for a beat, then apologizes. We rise without making love first thing in the morning—a first for us—and head straight to the bathroom. Roman does everything; he turns the water on, regulates the temperature, and lathers a loofah with my favorite shower gel before scrubbing my entire body clean. All I have to do is stand and balance myself by holding onto him while he washes me tenderly. We don't say a word to each other. I know why. Yesterday was an intense day. Honestly, I'm starting to get really tired of all this fighting. I thought getting married would somehow resolve all these issues of ours but that's not the case at
NICOLEI hear Roman come in at around eight o'clock in the evening.I'm in bed, acting like I'm asleep because it's easier this way. I could've chosen to sleep in another room, but I didn't want to make things seem worse than they actually were.Or maybe I'm crazy and things are genuinely really bad. I don't know.I guess I'll find out soon because I hear his footsteps approaching, and the closer he gets, the faster my heart beats and my breaths get shallower.The door opens with no sound at all. I tense up. I don't know if I want him to wake me or just go to another room to sleep. Deep down, I'm so torn. I want him, but I'm so mad at him.Will I ever stop feeling this confused? This angry?Roman steps closer to the bed, and I hear him move around it. My eyes are closed, but I can sense him moving. Finally, the bed dips, and I smell beer right away. He's been drinking?He throws an arm around me and assaults my face with kisses. "Don't act like you're asleep, baby. We need to talk."I
ROMANI find myself in the same bar I told myself I'd never get close to with a beer in front of me.My head's pounding. I'm so pissed off that my breaths are all labored. I think about Sebastian Crowe and my sole desire is to kill him. By dropping the lawsuit, he managed to convince my girl that he's the nice guy and I'm the boar for causing a scene about nothing.I punched him first, yet he's the all-merciful and civilized gentleman who dropped the lawsuit, not wanting to cause trouble.Give me a fucking break.Someone slaps my back and sits down beside me. I don't have to look to know that it's Mason. I called him and asked him to meet me here. I know I need someone to talk to, and who else could it be?Mason lets out a sigh and orders a beer before saying anything. Once it's placed right in front of him, he smacks his lips. "Mm. Now we can talk. Just what kind of shit are you in right now?""I'm drowning in it.""Yeah? What did you do?""This time? Nothing.""It's all Nicole's fau
NICOLEI'm drop-dead tired by the time I reach the penthouse.Roman rushes toward me before I even have time to exhale. He's dressed in a gray cotton t-shirt and sweatpants. His hair is disheveled, and oddly enough, this reminds me of Sebastian and how he looked not half an hour ago."I'm sorry," he says right away before trying to kiss me on the lips. I give him my cheek instead, and this is instinctive. Roman tenses but doesn't comment.I'm not trying to cause problems, but I kind of am.It's hard to explain.Things become even more complicated when I decide that I want to know what kept him from me all night, and he was so busy that he couldn't even call. "How is she?"Roman exhales, "Nikki, I—""I want to know, Roman."His eyes search mine. I'm getting angrier by the minute, and I can't stop myself from feeling this way. Yes, I want to start a fight. Yes, it could be that I'm being irrational now. But I'm angry and I've had a terrible day, and it isn't fair to me, either.It reall
NICOLE I find Sebastian in the same restaurant we used to go to. I have the feeling that something is off about him as soon as my eyes land on his face. He looks agitated and genuinely looks like he has aged five years in the space of a few weeks. When he catches a glimpse of me, he stands up. "Nicole," he says once I'm close to his table, "thanks for coming.""Is everything alright?" I ask slowly as I hang my purse on the back of the chair and sit down. He grabs a seat, too, and clasps his hands in front of him. The circles under his eyes are dark and really stand out. I'm concerned. "I...actually no, Nicole," he admit before leaning closer to me. "I've been thinking about all of this for a long time. You know. The fight. The lawsuit."I shift uncomfortably in my seat but keep my eyes on his face. Sebastian was there for me during me during one of the toughest times of my life, so it only makes sense that I'm here when he clearly needs to get something off his chest. Yes, Roma







