“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 hook ups 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 toward 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 am 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.