All Chapters of Man's Best Wingman: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I need to get my head out of the clouds and keep my feet firmly on the ground. Making dinner together, eating on the terrace, and even enjoying what I imagine is some expensive wine is nice. It’s domestic and romantic, but that’s not us. We aren’t a couple. We don’t live together, so I shouldn’t feel all domestic about this situation. And Clay’s been honest that he doesn’t do relationships. I need to stop trying to picture a future with him. Staying here is temporary. This fantasy will be over as soon as I get a new place or can return to my apartment. I’ll go back to my life of not dating and only focusing on work and taking care of Tinkerbell. He’ll go back to his life of threesomes and one-night stands. We’ll forget all about each other, eventually. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself. My vagina, however, says there is no way she will let me forget Clay and his big dick. I can ignore her. Maybe I’ll buy one of those big dildos to shut her up with. My heart, however, thumped o

I should feel like a shit-tier human being right now. I fucked Xenia to escape all the shit my mother unloaded on me. Who the hell does that? Who uses another person to escape reality? Me apparently. I’m the kind of loser asshole that uses a woman for sex to forget all his pain temporarily. She didn’t say no or make me stop, but that doesn’t make it any less of a douche move. Not to mention I just told her about my biggest secret with the new information about what my mother did. I have expressed more emotions around Xenia in the last twenty-four hours than I have anyone that’s not in my immediate family.  My mother…no, Sophia lost all privileges to be called mother isn’t an immediate family in my book, and after that phone call, s

I should be more worried about what my sister is saying to Xenia and what’s taking them so long. And if Don hadn’t decided to distract me by handing Nik and Leo to me, I would be. But honestly, it’s hard to think about anything else when I’m holding them. Leo had stopped fussing and, like her brother, was currently drooling against my shoulder, fast asleep. It reminded me of holding my cousins’ kids, especially Aiko and Saki, whom I held like this. Though they were smaller than my niece and nephew, the Nikolaidis gene wasn’t as strong as my cousins’ kids. I know most people would be worried about letting me hold something as delicate as a baby. Hell, my hand is bigger than most newborns’ heads. But being big doesn’t mean I’m not gentle. “You’re good with them. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised at this point. They’ve always settled down in your arms since you first held them.” Don commented as he portioned out dinner to four plates. “It’s a gift. Forrest called me the baby whisperer.”

If you’d told me two weeks ago that the guy I fell into a pond with would be my boyfriend and that I’d be moving in with him, I’d say you were nuts. I’d have thought it as believable as having to go to court later to give testimony against my now former neighbor. Yet here I am, taping shut the last box of my belongings. My family decided they ALL had to drive up from Jersey to help. It’s not like I had much stuff or was taking any furniture. Do you know that saying that too many cooks in the kitchen will burn the soup? Too many Rosarios in a tiny apartment cause headaches for all. I need some extra strength Tylenol after this. Clay is lucky he had to work this morning, so he is missing out on the headache. Though it’s probably good, he isn’t here. There wouldn’t be enough room for anyone else to come in and out of the apartment with boxes, as he’d take up half the space. Shit, maybe he should have come. Then I’d have a reason to tell my family just to let us handle it. Instead, I hav

My stomach churned, just having to remember that night. I had wanted to stand up and shout that Trevor was a delusional asshole when he claimed I was his girlfriend and that attacking me was part of consensual role play. I don’t know what triggered his mental breakdown, but neither of those is true. And I have no rape fantasies. I won’t knock anyone that does because to each their own but fuck no, that shit isn’t for me. Having to get on the stand was nerve-wracking. Even more so when I had to go into details about what happened that night, the only reason I could get through it was by looking at Clay. I got through Mrs. Durvo’s questioning, but now the part I dreaded. Trevor gets to ask me questions. “Xenia…” Trevor smiled that smarmy smile that made me sick to my stomach. “May I call you that?” He asked. “No,” I answered adamantly. I could tell it riled him, but he smoothed his ill-fitting suit jacket down as he stood. “Very well, Miss Rosario. Is it not true that we’ve gone on d