“Hellllllo? I’m back,” I call out, finding the place strangely empty.
Glancing down at my phone I look at the time. Nicholas should be home from work by now, it’s a Monday. Shrugging my shoulders, I drop my purse onto the counter as I make my way into the bedroom. I need a shower and a fucking drink.
I begin getting undressed when I notice Nicholas’s side drawer is cracked open. Curiosity has me moving towards it as I peek inside. There, I find a blue Tiffany box, a rush of excitement filling me as I open it.
A gorgeous circle pendant diamond necklace is laid against the fabric, shimmering even in the dark bedroom. Wow, I guess he’s not as mad at me as I thought. I was convinced he was going to break up with me, again, before I left for my cruise. What can I say, clearly he can’t get enough of me.
Honestly, I can’t imagine ever not being with Nicholas. We’ve been through so much together. He’s my forever end game, or at least until he gets too old or dies or something. The fact is, no man has ever tried to love me the way Nicholas has, besides my dad but like obviously he doesn’t count.
He’s rich, handsome, and can eat pussy better than any man I’ve found to this date. He’s a keeper, if he would just pull that stick out of his ass from time to time. I’m glad that he understands just as much as I do that we’re meant to be. We can fight and bicker all we want but in the end, it will always be us. I’ll make sure of it.
Running my fingers across the necklace, I’m tempted to put it on now and surprise him. I think I’ll let him give it to me, though. Preserve his male ego and all that. It really is a beautiful piece. God. I so deserve this.
Chapter Twenty Nine
Nico
Ican tell she’s here the instant I step foot through the door. It’s like a veil of negative energy I step through, and sure enough, when the elevator doors open, I see her on the couch scrolling on her phone with some trash TV show on.
She glances over to me before looking down at her phone.
“You’re home late. I’m starving so please tell me you have some kinda of food.”
Here we go.
Slipping off my suit jacket, I set it on the back of the chair as I begin rolling up the sleeves of my dress shirt. I cross the room until I’m in front of her before I take a seat on the coffee table. Carly side eyes me over her phone as she shakes her head.
“What?”
“I want to end this.”
Boom. Done. Band aid ripped off.
“End this?” she asks, like she’s never heard those words in her life.
Like I haven’t personally said them to her over a dozen times. This time is different, though. This time, it’s over.
“Us. This hasn’t worked in a long time and I know neither of us are happy. It’s time to part ways.”
Carly sits up, tossing her phone to the side as she turns her head to the side.
“Where is this coming from? Is this because I went on that girls trip?”
“No, it’s not. It’s been coming for a long time. Remember how we agreed I’d meet your parents in Seattle and then we would go from there? This is where I want to go.
She scoffs and tosses her hand out by her side.
“Well, yeah. That was before you wanted to stay even longer. I figured we were fine after that. We laughed, had sex, you bonded with my parents. This is honestly so shocking, Nicholas.”
“It’s Nico, it’s fucking Nico! Everyone on this goddamn planet calls me Nico except you. Everyone knows I can’t stand the name Nicholas except you! You’re a spoiled, entitled, brat and I don’t want to be with you anymore! I don’t want to live with you, I don’t want to be near you. I want to get the fuck away from you!” I snap as I jump to my feet, clapping my hands together with each word to emphasize my point.
She looks shell shocked at my explosion, and for a moment, I feel guilty. Tears begin to gather in her eyes but she doesn’t let it show, quickly swiping them away as they fall.
“Wow, I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were so unhappy. I?—”
Her voice chokes, cutting her words off as she looks down at her hands.
“I know I haven’t been the best partner, and I’m sorry. Really. I…I guess I don’t have an excuse,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders.
