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cutting.” God damn it. That’s the only thing I
really wanted to see .
    “Don’t ask.” I glance
to my right and spot Reese as he walks towards his table, his eyes meeting mine
briefly before flicking away. He looks thoroughly fucked as well, his hair a
sexy disheveled mess.
    “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 her 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
afterwards. 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, eye 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 that I am 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 Lexus’. Just go get my fucking van,” I snap at them and
they immediately shut up. One scurries away quickly towards 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 spat,
seeing Sam pull up to the curb and walking 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 fuck up 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.

Three
    Sunday was a complete