Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wild Nights With My Brother's Ex-Best Friend: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

ROMANI'm pissed as I make my way to the hospital.Dammit. Why does that woman insist on pestering me? Why does she keep getting herself into situations where I have to check up on her? I was just celebrating the fact that she was leaving me alone and I didn't have to deal with her for a month.I guess I spoke too soon.I tell the front desk her name and they direct me to where her room is. I reach the door and find a woman with a white coat writing something on a clipboard right in front of it. She looks at me and asks, "Mr. Hayes?"Great. She knows my name. "Yes.""I'm Dr. Sullivan," she says before extending her hand for me to shake. "I'm Miss Garcia's doctor.""How is she?""Not good," she claims. Her face is serious now, and her tone is grave. "Miss Garcia hasn't been doing well at all, and everything points to severe stress and anxiety in her daily life. On top of that, she has a condition known as preeclampsia, which means her blood pressure is high and her organs are under ext

NICOLE "Problem?" Laura echoes like she has no idea what I'm talking about. There's a smile on her lips that really makes me violent because I know she's doing this just to provoke me at this point. "Who said anything about a problem?"I stand up and shut the laptop. "Do you think coming here to try to undermine me is ever going to make Roman yours? You're wasting your time!"Her gaze sharpens and that's when I find out that I hit the nail of the head. "No, you're wasting your breath trying to make a decent and honest man out of him. I've been with him before, and let me tell you, men like him? They never stay faithful for long."I stare at her for a few beats before saying, "So, your intention is to...what? Have an affair with him? Have him all for yourself?"Laura clasps her hands in front of her. "I guess that's none of your concern."Great. After having an absolutely shitty night, this is just what I needed. Another psycho trying to make me feel bad about being with him. Roman's

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

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

NICOLE 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