“Oh, Christ. Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did with him?”
I bend down and kiss Joey quickly on the cheek, ignoring Juls’ questioning. “Are you coming with me?” I ask.
“Nah, I’m going to spend some more alone time with Billy.” He pulls me closer to him. “I want every fucking detail tomorrow.”
I roll my eyes at him before I turn and walk out of the reception area with Juls. I make it down the stairs and to the front door before she stops me and demands answers.
“Well?”
“Well what? I forgot your question.” I didn’t.
She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me. “Did you fuck Reese? Dylan, please tell me you didn’t.”
“Technically, he fucked me and thoroughly freaked out afterwards. Can I go now please?”
Her mouth drops open. “Fucking motherfucker. Dylan, he’s married.”
I have to grip the wall to prevent myself from falling over. “What? But he said he didn’t have a girlfriend.” My mouth drops open. “Oh, that asshole. I bet he thought he was really clever, telling me he hasn’t had a girlfriend since college. I suppose a wife isn’t technically a girlfriend.” The tight sensation in my gut from my previous orgasm is now instantly replaced with nausea and an intense urge to punch Reese in the nuts. “How do you know he’s married?”
Juls runs her hands down her face. “Ian told me he was married when I met all of them briefly for drinks last week. Wow. What a scumbag.” Indeed. Scumbag doesn’t even come close to describe him at the moment. I’m thinking douche-bag, tool, asshole, fucking prick.
Pinching the top of my nose with my thumb and pointer finger, I quickly replay the hottest sex I’ve ever had over in my head. I drop my hand and clench my fist. I could kill him. “And no fucking wonder he couldn’t get away from me quick enough afterward. How the hell was I supposed to know he was married? He wasn’t wearing a ring.”
“Dylan?” We both turn our attention to Justin who is standing at the bottom of the steps, eyes wide and full of shock as he looks at me. Well, this night just keeps getting better.
I snap my eyes back to my best friend, ignoring the cheating loser on the stairs. “I’m leaving before I get arrested for homicide. I’ll call you tomorrow,” I say to Juls and Juls alone.
I open the door and walk out to the valet attendants, reminding them I’m the owner of the delivery van as they laugh amongst themselves. I’m fuming and so not in the mood for this shit. “You’re working a fucking wedding, so I know you’re not riding around in a Lexus. Just go get my fucking van,” I snap at them and they immediately shut up. One scurries away quickly toward the parking lot.
“Dylan, can I talk to you?” Justin’s voice comes from behind me.
“No. Congratulations, Justin. The ceremony was lovely.” I feel his hand on my shoulder and I turn quickly, stepping out of his grasp. “Don’t touch me. Shouldn’t you be upstairs with your wife?”
He snickers and steps closer, his gray eyes full of mischief. “Well, if I heard correctly, aren’t married men your thing now?” Oh, no, he did not just say that. My hand comes hard and fast, slapping him across his face as he stumbles back, wide-eyed and smiling.
“Fuck you,” I snap. Seeing Sam pull up to the curb, I walk quickly to the driver’s side. I can’t pull away fast enough; tires spinning as I quickly make my way down the long driveway and away from my complete fuckup of a night. I should have never come to this stupid thing. Hooking up with a married man at the wedding of my ex-boyfriend. Jesus, Karma, you are one hateful bitch.