Roman
For the past several hours, I haven’t been able to take that sight of Nicole in Sebastian’s car out of my mind.
I wouldn’t call Sebastian a friend—we do business together occasionally, but I could give a s**t less about him. I have ten other guys lined up to do his job.
…meaning I wouldn’t miss him if he disappeared off the face of the earth, and it wouldn’t affect me at all.
I down my fourth glass of scotch. At this rate, I’m going to do something stupid that I might regret. I can feel it in my bones. My desire is to strut into his office first thing tomorrow morning and strangle him right in front of his employees—and that includes Nicole.
I thought I could move on, and that at some point, I’d be able to forget her. But all it took for me to spiral was seeing her with ano
