Sweet Addiction: A Meet/Cute Romantic Comedy

Chapter 42

"Reese! Do not fucking go up there!" Joey's voice screeches and I panic, flinging myself out of my bed and running toward 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 takes 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 toward me.

"Are you all right?" he asks, flicking a glare toward 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 smoothes 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.