NICOLE
It feels like Roman has been f*****g me the whole night, but it’s still early—it’s only eight, and he has a thing to go to.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he says against my skin as he combs his fingers through my hair. We’re still on the bed, our legs tangled. “I wish I could stay here with you, or even take you with me. But it’s just this boring, f**k ass meeting.”
I chuckle at his choice of words. He continues. “God knows how much I want to sleep after that. You’re incredible, you know that? I’ve slept with countless women, but none of them hold a candle to you.”
Jealousy washes over me. I ask him, “Have you ever slept with someone in here? In this club, I mean? Like the people out there?”
“Of course,” he responds before his gaze lands on my face. “I’m a wild soul, Nikki. Insatiable.
