In love With A 30-Year-Old Man (Complete√)

Chapter 8: Let's Jam

Nikki's POV

"Wake up, sleepyhead. It's Sunday morning and the man in your dreams will be here in an hour," He reminded as I raise my arms high and yawned, getting up from bed.

Psh. There's no way he is the man in my dreams, I never dreamed of him ever since we met. I went down the stairs to the dining table and greeted my parents a good morning as I sit on my usual chair.

"You look tired, Nikki, what happened last night?" Mom asked, studying my exhausted look.

I didn't say anything as I continued to eat my Belgian waffles. If I tell her that I was drinking last night, she would rip my hair off. So I'll just keep my mouth shut about it.

Mom just shrugs as she took one last sip of her coffee as she stood up and went to the kitchen.

Dad clears his throat and asked," I could sense that you've been drinking last night, is it?" He whispered so that mom couldn't hear us.

Damn, he got me," Yeah, I was drinking but not much."

"Here," He hands me a cup of coffee and I smiled," Drink this, I know you still feel sleepy."

"Thanks dad, you're the best," I said nicely as I take a sip of it.

After I finish my meal I went back to my room to take a shower. Then I walked over to my closet and picked out a pink crop top with a 'geek' print, skinny black jeans and a pair of brown leather boots.

"Nikki," Nathan called as he knocked on the door," You better get ready downstairs, you only got 10 minutes to get down in the living room," He reminded.

"I'm almost done," I yelled back.

I went down to the living room and sat down on the couch, waiting impatiently for Ethan to ring that fudging doorbell. I can't wait much longer, I really, badly, totally want him right now— not because I like him but because I want to talk to him in my room and it's just the two of us. Now my blood is boiling like I am angry at someone.

"Don't try to let out your rage, that's beyond disgrace."

"Whatever," I scoffed.

The doorbell rings as Nathan rushes over the door and opens it to see Ethan standing there in his grey hollister jacket, blue jeans and a pair of black converse high tops. He looks like a teenager in that outfit, not a real man.

"Ethan! So glad to see you again," Nathan said, giving him a man hug.

I stood up and ran towards them as I carefully push Nathan away and pulled Ethan into a tight hug, as if I fucking miss him so much. I don't know why I had to do it, maybe my mind is just crazy on how much I wanted to talk to this guy.

I pulled away and I was about to say something when Nathan did," Seriously, do you really have to push your brother away so you could hug your man of your dreams?" Damn it, Nathan, stop saying that.