I shake my head and feel all three pairs of eyes on me. I rub my temples. “Let me guess, bitchy redheaded receptionist?” Reese and Ian’s eyes both react the same way. I run my hands down my face. “Wow, nice, Reese. Have you fucked every girl in your office or do you just have a thing for the ones that give your current hookup access to you?” He doesn’t answer that and it’s probably for the best. I can feel my blood pressure boiling and I want to hit something. I need to hit something. “One of you better fucking volunteer or I’m slapping all three of you.”

Joey immediately backs up. “Fuck that. What the fuck did I do?”

Ian looks at Reese who quickly steps forward, holding his hands out to me. I step in and slap him hard, harder than I’ve slapped him before and yelp as my hand begins to sting. “Shit.” I shake my hand and feel Reese grab it, looking at it as his reddened cheek glares at me. That looks like it hurts. Good.

“Jesus,” Ian says and Joey muffles a laugh. The redhead pops into my mind and so does the image of her sitting on the park bench last weekend. “Oh my God. I knew that bitch was psychotic.” I yank my hand out of Reese’s as he begins to rub it.

“What are you talking about?” he asks.

“Juls and I saw that whore staring at you guys while you played basketball on Sunday. It was really fucking weird.” My eyes flick from Ian to Reese and I see a small smile pull at Reese’s lips. “What the hell are you smiling at? You do realize that I have another hand to slap the shit out of you with right?”

“You were watching our game?”

Oh damn it. “No.” I snarl and his smile widens. I hear a muffled laugh from Ian. “Maybe. That’s not the point. She was staring at you guys and it was really fucking creepy.” I grit my teeth. “That stupid bitch. She better pray that I never see her face again otherwise I’m going to break it.” I know my face is blood red and see all three men smiling at me in amusement. “Shut up,” I spat and turn at the sound of the shop door opening. I freeze as Justin steps into the bakery and possibly also into the room he will die in.

“Fuck,” Joey and I say in unison as Reese moves quickly, grabbing me with one arm and pulling me behind him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he blasts as my eyes stay glued on Justin. He looks fucked up, seriously fucked up. Eyes are swollen, his nose is jacked up, and he has a massive cut in the corner of his mouth. I briefly feel sorry for him until I remember his hands on me last week. His mouth is hanging open and his eyes widen at the sight of Reese. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting him to be here.

“I told you to stay the fuck away from her,” Reese shouts, loud enough that I think the glass window rattles.

Ian moves to stand between the two men. “Justin, this isn’t the best time, man,” he says as he keeps his hand on Reese’s heaving chest.

This is not what I need right now and I’m angry enough to deal with this asshole myself. I move quickly out from behind Reese and step in front of Justin, feeling Ian’s body tense. “I suggest you leave now before I cut your dick off and feed it to you.” His eyes widen as he backs up slightly. I step closer and close the gap. “I’d say I’d make you choke on it but let’s be serious, that thing never once satisfied me.” My eyes flick quickly to his crotch before I smirk back in his face.

“HA!” Joey laughs behind me and I want to turn around and high-five him but I don’t. I just watch my ex shrink a few inches in front of me.

“Jesus Christ. I just wanted to apologize for what I did, Dylan. I’m sorry, okay?” His eyes flick to Reese. “Really fucking sorry.”

My body relaxes a bit and I nod once before flicking my eyes to the door. “Good, now get the fuck out.”

“Whatever.” He turns sharply and leaves the shop and I force all the air out of my lungs. Fuck, I feel like I need a drink.

“Shit, Dylan. Remind me never to cross you. You’re a bit terrifying.” Ian laughs behind me as I spin to see two very amused expressions and one that isn’t so amused.

Reese looks a right mix of angry and apprehensive. “I need to get back to work but we need to talk about this.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Talk about what? That one of your twenty hookups sent me pictures of her making you come? Nah, I’m good.” I push past him and feel his hand on my arm, spinning me back around.

“We will fucking talk about this,” he growls and puts the box under his arm before he pulls me in and kisses me forcefully on the lips. I hear a soft moan in my throat and try to swallow it down. Damn it stupid body. Stay angry with me. He pulls away and turns towards the door. “Let’s go, Ian.”

Joey and I stand in the middle of the shop and watch as the two hot CPAs walk out the door and pile into the white Range Rover parked out front.

**

The rest of the day goes by without a hitch. No more obscene deliveries and no more mangled ex-boyfriends coming in with overdue apologies. This day started out so great and turned awful within a matter of minutes. I’m miserable and bitchy and Joey is paying for it because he’s the only person I can yell at right now. I’d never call Reese at work and cuss him out, no matter how pissed off I was at him. I’m much more of a show up and barge into his office type of girl. But I won’t do that today either because I really don’t want to see him. The man is hard to stay mad at in person and right now, I need to stay mad. Juls is wrapping up with a bride all day, dealing with last minute wedding preparations so she’s off limits too. So my poor assistant has been dealing with my mood swings, and they have been a doozy.

Mainly because the memory of the amazing night and morning I had with Reese keeps filtering into the memory of the photos I received. And I get it; it’s not his fault that the photos were sent to me. He obviously didn’t send them. But he allowed them to be taken and had to have known that they could possibly be leaked or shown to somebody. I’ve never let anyone take pictures of me like that or taken ones of myself and sent them to anybody. So why did he let her do it? Did she mean something to him? Was she special in some way or did he allow all of his hookups to take pictures of him like that? That thought makes me want to drink myself into tomorrow. And then there’s the quantity that I received. There had to be at least twelve different shots of him having an orgasm. Twelve separate times that they fucked and she made him come. Was there more than that? Did she only send me the best images? His words from our shower together run through me. I don’t usually fuck my flings repeatedly. So she obviously wasn’t a fling. She was more than that to him. Just like me. Maybe she got too clingy and that’s why he ended things with her. She was the girl he wasn’t really serious with before the wedding. And he’s not really serious with me. How am I any different than her?

“Cupcake, you all right?” Joey asks as I put the finishing touches on the cake for the Brown/Tucker wedding. Even though my mind has been elsewhere, I’m still able to put together a beautiful four-tiered white chocolate creation with sugared Gerber daisies cascading down the side. “Dylan?”

I step back and admire my work. “I’m fine. Come look at this will you?” Joey shuffles back into the kitchen and I hear his reaction, causing me to smile. I turn and see his adoring expression. “Looks pretty good right?”