Billionaire's Best Friend

X. Let's Make a Soccer Team

Nina’s POV:

I’m not entirely sure what happened at the club, but I was on Matt’s arm when I woke up.

Looking upward, we were entering our hotel room. I peeked over to see Alice passed out on Neilson’s arm, opening their room.

Matt opens the door and shut it gently, probably trying not to wake me up. Feeling something rushed back up, I cover my mouth. “I want to throw up,” I said. Matt’s eyes widened, and he sprinted towards the trash can.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t running fast enough as I retched all over his shirt and myself in the process.

Matt stopped running and stood there with me in his arms, as his cheeks puffed up, attempting not to throw up. “Matt,” I slurred.

He shuts his eyes then opens them. “Yes,” he replied, tone sounding shaky. I’m quite sure he wants to drop me on the floor.

“I think I’m drunk,” I said, before passing out.

When I woke up, my mind felt like it was bleeding. Slowly, I sat up, adjusting my blurry slights. After some time, I got out of bed to grab some medications from the table. In front of me were two pills and a water bottle with a note saying, Take this with Matt’s signature.

I took it, hitting my head to get rid of the pain only to make it worse. Passing by a mirror, my eyes widened as I saw myself wearing nothing but one of Matt’s button-up shirts.

I release an ear-pinching shriek from my lips, and the door bangs open. “What happened?” Matt shouted.

I continue screaming while pointing at myself.

He scanned my body then quickly averted his eyes, “Y-You d-did y-you-” I stuttered out only to receive a cough.

“Y-Yes I was the one who ch-change you last night,” Matt said, eyes still avoiding mine as he scratches the nape of his neck.

I covered up my body and took a step back, releasing another scream. Matt rushed over, covering my mouth. “I’m going to let you go, stop screaming,” he said.

I nod.

He lets go.

I resumed my high pitch shriek, which he covered up again. “Really, Nina?”

I removed his hand. “I’m sorry, I just-” I stopped talking and stared at him.

“Does it help knowing I closed my eyes?” he mumbled.

I shook my head.

After a few awkward days with Matt, Neilson, and Alice left since they had to go back to work.

Alice pinched my cheeks, “Feel better, Waffles.”

I sniffed, and she wrapped her arms around me. “Thanks for coming,” I mumble into her shoulder.

Roughly two weeks later, I was still lying on Matt’s bed, face planted on the pillow as the blanket covered my whole body. I’ve been staying in Matt’s hotel room for almost a month and made the excuse that I wanted a vacation.

I am so fired, but who cares, I feel like s**t.

By far, this was the worst emotional pain I’ve gone through in my life, worse than when I got my wisdom teeth pulled out.

I had always supported my friends when they went through heartbreak, never once thought I would experience it myself.

I heard a door click and knew Matt was back from work. He sat down next to me. “How are you doing, Short Stack?” he whispers gently as he patted my head lightly with his rough hand.

I gave him a muffled answer as he released a deep breath. Turning my head towards him, I can see the concern in his eyes.

That and the sad look on his face. I don’t know how to read emotions based on eye contact.

All I see is his sclera, iris, and pupil.

Glancing over, I realized my broken cell phone was gone, but the dent in the wall was still there. The day after Alice left, Matt had to work late, so I was stupid and picked up my ex-fiancé call. I screamed and screamed while he continuously apologized to me. Frustration and anger build up inside of me. I couldn’t contain it anymore and threw the phone across the room.

Thank goodness my phone was already damaged due to my clumsiness. My phone always slips out of my butterfingers and falls on the ground, yet I never learn my lesson and buy a protective case.

Matt found me on the floor next to my cell phone in a puddle of tears and snots. Definitely, not one of my proudest moments.

Glancing back at Matt, I tried my best to smile at him. He patted my head once more and went to the bathroom to change. Coming out, he was wearing sweats and a white t-shirt.

“Short Stack, you have to change.” He handed me his shirt and a pair of boxers. I gave him a slight nod, and I got up slowly. I’ve been wearing the same clothes for four days. I probably smell like crap. He turns his head as I change into the new clothes, throwing the old ones on the floor.

“Done,” I whisper, laying back in his large bed. He slips under the sheets with me. We had been sleeping together since my second breakdown. When he held me, everything felt better. I felt safe, and there is no heavy, painful weight in my heart.

“Matt, is it because I’m ugly? That’s why he cheated on me? That’s why the girl that came out of that stupid room was so gorgeous. It was like heaven threw her down to the ground.”

I’m pretty sure she didn’t fly down from heaven, considering she slept with my fia- ahem ex-fiancé. Heaven probably kicks her sexy ass out for being a w***e.

He shifted his body down to face me. “Don’t ever say that, okay? You’re beautiful. Any guy would be lucky to have you,” he said. He places a hand on my cheek, rubbing it slightly with his thumb.

“Really?”

“Really,” he whispers to me as his hot minty breath hits my face. He went up and kissed my forehead lightly. I took several sniffles and snuggled into his chest as he rubs my back, whispering comforting words in my ears.

“Why do I feel so ugly then Matt? Nine years, I invested nine years of my life into this relationship. We were planning to sign the stupid marriage paperwork than have a beautiful, overprice honeymoon. Afterward, we are supposed to have four kids together who give me a headache every day and two dogs who are cleaner than our kids.” Oh, gosh, Nina. Take some breaths.

“Look, you don’t need him, okay? He doesn’t deserve you. You are amazing.”

“I’m g-going to live a-a-alone with 102 cats,” I cried, knowing that I sound horrible as f**k. Again, my mind isn’t stable. I don’t know why I say cats. I’m allergic to cats. I found out when I turn 20, going to the client’s house. Thirty minutes later, I was on the ground, attempting to breathe. I never went back to their house.

He laughs in amusement. “If no guy wants to marry you. I’ll marry you, and we can have four kids and two dogs together.”

“That would upset your future wife,” I muffled into his chest.

“My future wife won’t be upset. She is the one who told me she wants four kids and two dogs.”

I laughed at his comment. “What if I want more than four kids? Are you still willing to be my husband?”

“We can make a soccer team.”

For the rest of the night, Matt was distracting me by talking about random things, making me laugh until I fell asleep in his arms.

“Good morning,” he whispered.

“Don’t leave,” I mumble, hugging him tighter.

He releases a deep breath. “I would love to stay here, but I have to go.”

Nodding my head, I let go of him. He stood up, stretching his aching body. Taking a seat beside me, he patted my head. He walked over to his luggage and grabbed some cleaned work clothes, then changed in the bathroom.

I watched him as he walked out, buttoning up his cuffs. He walked back to his luggage, pulled out a cell phone, and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Here, call me if you need anything,” he said, handing me a new cell phone.

I push it back, “Matt you shouldn’t d-”

“Keep it, since it’s an old phone of mine. Plus, Alice keeps messaging me about how you are doing, and it’s getting quite annoying. She keeps interrupting me during meetings with calls making sure you weren’t dead.”

I release a breath and nod while he tangles our fingers. “I did mean what I said last night, Short Stack, I will marry you if you want me to,” he said, causing me to chuckle dryly.

The corner of his lip tilted upward, eyes glistening into mine. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Matthew.”