Sweet Addiction (19 page)

“Like what you see?” he
asks, winking at me as he walks into his closest, momentarily stunning me.

I drop to my knees and
glance under the bed. “Panties?”

He’s not long and
reemerges with a dress shirt, khakis, and tie, shrugging at me and barely
holding in his smile. 

I stand and grip my
towel. “You have them don’t you? What are you starting some weird collection of
my lingerie?”

He drops his towel and
begins dressing, causing me to look away quickly before I jump on him. “I have
no idea what you’re talking about, but I believe I provided you with some
boxers to put your sexy ass into so I’m not sure what the problem is.” He slips
on his boxers and pulls his white T-shirt over his head.

“Humph, pervert,” I
reply and his smile spreads across his face as I drop my towel. I feel his eyes
on me as I step into his boxers, rolling them as I did before to make them fit
me better. Next, I get into a pair of sweatpants he’s laid out for me that I
also have to roll several times at the waist. Slipping on my bra, I pull the
T-shirt he’s given me over my head. It’s an old University of Chicago shirt and
has apparently been worn repeatedly.
Did he give me one of his favorite
shirts?
I glance at him as he stands in front of the mirror hanging on his
wall, putting on his tie. He looks devastatingly handsome and oh so yummy in
the morning, freshly fucked and showered. He eyes me quickly and I smile before
I walk out of the bedroom, needing to leave his presence before I rip his
clothes off. Grabbing my purse off the dining room table, I slip into my heels
and shake my head at how ridiculous I look in them with my sweats.

“Ready?” He walks down
the hallway towards me and stops when I turn to him. I let out a heavy sigh at
his appearance as his eyes fall onto my feet. “You look beautiful,” he states
as if it’s obvious and I run at him, meeting him in the hallway and wrapping my
legs around his waist. “Whoa. Hi, love.”

“
You
look
beautiful. I look rightly silly. Now come on, I’m late enough as it is and
you’re making me want to throw you back into your bed.” He turns me around and
starts back towards his bedroom as I giggle into his neck. “No. We can’t.”

He grunts in protest as
he carries me towards the door and we finally leave with me still in his arms.

**

After stopping to get a
couple coffees, we drive down Fayette Street and pull up in front of the
bakery. I glance out the window and see Joey standing behind the counter. “Did
you have a good birthday?” I ask as I unbuckle my seat belt and turn to see his
eyes on me.

He smiles sweetly and
reaches out, pulling my hand into his and lifting it to his lips for a quick
kiss. “I had the best birthday.”
Oh my.
He drops my hand and I lean in,
pressing my lips against his and lingering there for a moment. I suddenly don’t
want to get out of his car. Not after last night, not after this morning, and
definitely not after what he’s just admitted. He’s minty and delicious, he
smells heavenly, and he’s dressed way too good right now.

I lean back a bit and
his eyes open. “Make out with me,” I say in my best flirtatious voice.

He licks his lips.
“Isn’t that what we were just doing?”

I shake my head, wrapping
his tie up in my hand. “No, that was a goodbye kiss. I want you to devour me.”

His hands reach around
me and he pulls me towards him, sliding me sideways into his lap. “You mean,
like this?” he asks and brings his mouth firmly to mine. His tongue twists in
my mouth, moving with mine, stroking, licking, and tasting every inch of me.
I’m panting so heavily that I’m certain the windows will start fogging up any
second.

“I fucking love kissing
you,” I say as I manage to break away briefly and kiss down his neck to his
collar, relishing in his scent.

“See, we could do this
every morning if you’d sleep over more.”

I move back up and
latch back onto his mouth, silencing his ridiculousness. The man is crazy.
After several long totally worth it minutes of sucking face, I somehow manage
to pull away and lick his taste off my lips. “Have a great day, handsome.” I
open the door and hop out, turning back after nearly stumbling from the
make-out session.

“You too, love,” he
replies. I glance down and notice his erection, reaching in quickly and rubbing
against it. His hand clamps down on mine and he moans, pulling his bottom lip
into his mouth and shaking his head at me. “Go, before I throw you back in here
and take you to work with me to finish what you’ve started.” I shriek and hear
his laugh as I shut the door and wave. I’m floating, completely high off him as
I make my way into the shop, ready to start my work day.

“Morning,” I sing as I walk
into the shop and get a massive smile from Joey. I quickly rush upstairs and
change into more appropriate work attire, smiling as I fold up Reese’s clothes
and stick them into my dresser.
I will definitely be wearing these again,
and often.
I slip on jeans and a blue blouse and pair them with my favorite
pair of strappy black sandals. After throwing my still damp hair up into a
messy bun and applying some makeup, I reemerge into the bakery and see Joey
tapping a familiar white box on the counter.

“You have so much to
tell me about
after
you open this,” he says with a grin. I think he
looks forward to my deliveries from Reese as much as I do.

“Did that just get
here?” My eyes rake over the box as I pull it close to me.
How in the hell
did he have time to send this to me already? He’s probably just now settling in
at his office.

“Actually, it was
waiting out front this morning. I guess he wanted you to have it as soon as you
got here.” He sighs. “So fucking romantic. God damn it, Billy.”

“Oh leave poor Billy
alone, not all men can be as perfect as Reese Carroll.”
Jesus, did I just
say that out loud? Was Reese perfect?
I think silently for a moment as I
stare off into space and decide that yes, he is perfect. Catching Joey’s
hurry
the fuck up
stare, I excitedly pull the white ribbon and open the box, my
eyes widening as I hover over it and glance at the contents. “Holy fuck.” I
pull out several pictures of an orgasmic Reese. Literally, I know this face,
the face he makes when he climaxes. “Oh my God.” I rifle through the box and
see pictures of him from the waist up, someone obviously having taken them as
they were riding him until he came, waiting for that exact moment to capture
it.

“Jesus Christ. Is he, is
that, he sent you these?” Joey squeals and grabs a few of the pictures. I allow
it only because there’s none containing anything from the waist down.
I
can’t believe this. There’s at least a dozen in here. He sent me pictures of
him fucking someone else? Or to be more specific, someone else fucking him?
My
heart drops as I stare at his face. He’s looking at the camera, looking into
the eyes of the person taking the picture as she brings him to orgasm. His jaw
is clenched, crease in his brow, piercing green eyes.
I’m going to be sick.
“FUCK.” I snatch the pictures out of Joey’s hand and shove them all back into
the box. “I can’t believe him. Why the fuck would he send me these? WHAT THE
FUCK, JOEY?” My scream causes him to stumble back and he holds up his hands.

“Christ, I don’t know.
I mean, these are pictures of him having sex with someone right?”

“Yes. Did you not see
his face?” My eyes fill with tears and his face softens. “Why would he send me
these?” I drop to the floor. “OhGod.” My hands cover my face and I sob as Joey
moves around me. I’m expecting him to drop to the floor with me but he doesn’t.
And his voice tells me why.

“Yeah, Reese Carroll
please,” he says and I glance up to see him holding the shop phone to his ear.
Oh
fuck.
“I don’t give a flying fuck if he’s in a fucking meeting. Put his ass
on the phone now.”

“Joey.” I stand and try
to grab the phone out of his hand which I realize is useless. We’ve been down
this road. His eyes widen and I see his jaw twitch.

“You stupid fucking
prick. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I can’t move and my
tears are still falling down my face. I should stop Joey. I can handle my own
battles. But right now, I can’t form a single thought in my head.

“Don’t play dumb,
Reese. Dylan got your fucking delivery, you fucking asshole.” I stare at the
box that’s practically screaming at me on my counter and grab it, dropping it
into the trashcan. I feel dirty all of a sudden and have a strong urge to go
jump in a bath of hand sanitizer. “What delivery? You fucking know what. Why
the fuck would she want to see something like that? Fuck you. Don’t fucking
come near her again.” He slams the phone down, his breathing erratic as he
turns to me and pulls me into his arms. I cry against him into his chest,
letting go and convulsing in violent shakes. My phone begins to ring in my
pocket but I ignore it. I know exactly who it is. “Jesus, I’m so sorry.” The
shop door swings open and we both turn to see Mrs. Frey walk in. I quickly push
away from Joey and wipe away my tears.

“Mrs. Frey. Hi, how are
you?” I ask as her eyes search my face.

“Dylan? Oh sweetie are
you all right? Is this a bad time?” She moves towards the counter and I
frantically shake my head.

“No, no not all. Umm,
boy drama.” She nods in appreciation and smiles at me as I force a friendly
expression. “Let me grab your cake.” I walk in the back and pull her cake out
of the fridge, placing it on the worktop to give it a final once over. My phone
rings again in my pocket and I once again ignore it.
Fuck him.
I open the
cake top and glance at my creation. The chocolate peppermint frosting messes
with me and the tears come again. “Pull your shit together. You’re at work.” I
say to myself quietly. I can’t let this affect my job. I was warned about
Reese, multiple times actually. I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s my own fucking
fault for reacting this way. I quickly close the cake box, plastering on a
smile as I walk back up front.

“Here you go. One
double chocolate peppermint cake. Happy Anniversary.”

Mrs. Frey beams at me.
“Oh, Dylan, it looks lovely. You even scrolled our names on it. Bless you,
dear.” She leans in and gives me a quick hug before she waves at Joey and turns
to leave.

As soon as the shop
door closes, my fake expression drops and I crumble. “Joey, I need a minute.” I
quickly run into the back, up the stairs, and hurl myself into my bed.

I’m immediately
reminded of waking up with Reese as I wrap myself around my comforter that
doesn’t smell like him. However, I do.
I
fucking smell like him. I used
to love this comforter but right now, I hate it. I used to love everything
about this bed but not anymore. Not after last night. Last night was obviously
some sort of a fucking joke to him since he decided to remind me ever so
sweetly this morning of all his other hookups.
What were his words? Close to
twenty probably? What a whore.
My phone beeps a text message alert in my
pocket and I pull it out and chuck it across the room, sending it crashing
against my wall. I close my eyes and think back to last night when I hear
commotion coming from below me. Familiar commotion.
Shit.

“Reese! Do not fucking
go up there!” Joey’s voice screeches and I panic, flinging myself out of my bed
and running towards my bathroom as I see his head quickly emerging up my
stairs.

“Dylan!” he yells
panicky but I make it to the bathroom and slam the door, locking it quickly.
The door shakes as he pounds on it. “Dylan, what the fuck is going on?”

I back away from the
door and sit on the edge of the tub. “Go away, Reese.” The tears sting my cheeks
as they stream down at a faster pace. My eyes are locked on the door as it
shakes furiously. “Go the fuck away!” I hunch over and cover my ears the best I
can.
Where the fuck is Joey?

“Dylan, what happened?”
The banging stops. “Please talk to me. I don’t know what delivery you got but I
didn’t send you anything today. I fucking swear to God I didn’t.”
He didn’t
send me anything?
But it was in the same box. The white box.

I stand. “You didn’t
send me anything?” My broken voice stings my throat.

“No, love, please open
the door. I need to see you.” I hear the sound of a light thud and picture
Reese dropping his head against the door. My mind scrambles.
If he didn’t
send me anything, then who did?
“Dylan?” I quickly wipe under my eyes and
turn the lock, opening the door and looking up at him. He immediately grabs me
and pulls me into him and I don’t protest. I let him hold me until I remember
the pictures which only take me a few seconds.

“Let go of me!” I yell
and push past him, feeling his hands on my waist and spinning me around.

“Love.”

“No. You may not have
sent me those pictures but someone sure as hell did. I can’t fucking believe
this.” The images are burned into my mind and I’m fuming.

“What pictures? What are
you talking about?” I go to walk downstairs, hearing Joey’s voice and someone
else’s but Reese holds on to me.

“Let go of me and I’ll
fucking show you.”

He does but not before
I hear him mutter something under his breath that sounds an awful lot like
drives
me crazy
.

I march into the bakery
and see Ian pinning a very red-faced Joey against the wall. “Jesus Christ. Let
him go, Ian.” He does and Joey shoves him hard before turning towards me.

“Are you all right?” He
asks, flicking a glare towards Reese who has followed close behind me.

“Yes. No. I don’t
know.” I reach into the trash and pull out the box, thrusting it into Reese’s
chest. “So glad I got to see these. Really made my fucking day.” I walk over to
Joey and make sure he’s okay.

Ian walks up to us
both. “Sorry, man. I just needed to give my boy a chance to talk to his girl
and knew you wouldn’t let him.”

Joey smooths out his
shirt. “You’re lucky you’re marrying one of my best friends, otherwise I would
have hurled you through that window. Asshole.”

“Fuck,” Reese says and
we all turn to him and see him fishing through the box. “That fucking bitch.
Dylan, I’m so sorry you saw these.” He moves closer to me and I step back,
putting my hand up to stop him.

“Who sent them?” I ask
sternly. His eyes flick to Ian and I move in closer. “Reese, who the fuck sent
these to me?”

He swallows loudly.
“The girl I was last…”

“Fucking?” Joey fills
in.

Reese nods.

“Classy,” Joey adds.

Ian’s eyes widen. “Shit,
man. I knew she was pissed that you fired her but I guess she was way past
pissed. And clearly unstable. Fuck.”
Fired her? Oh please don’t tell me.

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.