“Good afternoon. How may I help you

“Good afternoon. How may I help you?” The young man, dressed sharply in a dark suit greets me with a crooked smile. His dark brown hair is slicked to the side with some sort of product. Hmm. I liked him already.

“Hello. I was wondering if Mr. Carroll is available.”

“Oh, actually he is in Mr. Thomas’ office right now with a few more associates having lunch. Would you like me to call him?” He reaches for his phone but I shoot my hand up to halt him.

“Oh no, that’s okay. I know where Mr. Thomas’ office is.”

He gives me a warm smile and places the phone back down. “Wonderful. Well go right on and knock since his receptionist is out at lunch. Have a nice day.”

“Thanks, you too.”

Man, he is cheery. I can’t help but giggle at the fact that Reese hired a man to be his receptionist instead of a woman. I walk quickly towards Ian’s office, seeing it already a few inches open and go to knock when my favorite voice halts me.

“She’s fucking psychotic. I’ve never had a girl go that nuts on me after I tell her I’m done fucking her,” he says through a partially full mouth. The man does love to talk with his mouthful. I smile slightly and shake my head.

“Yeah well, I’m pretty sure most women you stop fucking usually flip out on you in some way or another. But that’s really fucked up that she targeted Dylan like that.” I recognize Ian’s voice and cross my arms over my chest, leaning against the wall as I listen in. “She obviously hasn’t had the pleasure of seeing Dylan’s pissed off side. Pretty dumb move on her part.”

A third voice chimes in that I’m not familiar with. “Who is this Dylan chick anyway? She hot?” Ahhh yes, so glad I arrived here at this exact moment. Nothing like a little ego boost to brighten a Monday.

I hear chip bags ruffle. “Hot doesn’t even begin to describe her. She’s fucking beautiful,” Reese answers and I bite my lip.

“He met her at Mr. Walter’s daughter’s wedding a few weekends ago. She’s Juls’ best friend and one hell of a baker. She owns Dylan’s Sweet Tooth on Fayette. That’s the store that got the brick thrown through the window,” Ian says through a mouthful.

“Shit. So, you like this girl or is she just another one of the many women that Reese Carroll destroys in his path?” The third voice asks and I brace myself. Jesus Christ, that sounds horrible. Although, I can totally see how it applies. He is a force of nature.

Silence fills the room, several long seconds of silence. I hear a few throats clear and then his voice.

“It’s not serious if that’s what you’re asking me. You know I don’t do that shit. I like fucking her so I do.” My mouth and my heart drop at the same time as I hear Ian’s voice say something in response to his description of our situation but I don’t register it. Instead, I run quickly for the elevators and slip on the first one that opens.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh shit.” I’m gripping the wall in the empty elevator as it takes me down to the first floor, my head spinning and my heart no longer with me, having left it on the floor outside of Ian’s office. I can’t believe he said that. After everything. After last night and after his birthday. I’m still just someone he likes to fuck. That’s it? The doors open and I run through the lobby and towards the red civic that is still parked on the curb. Joey is leaning against the passenger door with his phone up to his ear. My appearance makes him end his call.

“What happened?”

“Take me to his place, now. I need to get my shit.” My face is covered in tears and he moves quickly, not asking any more questions as we both file into his car.

The drive doesn’t take long and Joey remains silent as I burst into the condo and grab my duffle, aimlessly throwing my belongings into it and triple checking that I didn’t leave anything behind. Because I’m never coming back here to get it. I grab my items out of the bathroom and break down when I spot his body wash, wanting to take a final whiff of it but managing to pull myself away from the shower before I can let that happen. I run to his bedroom and grab the notebook that I got the pen out of last night and bring it out to the dining room, opening up to a blank page and grabbing the pen.

“Dylan, what happened?”

My hands are shaking as I hover the pen above the paper, not sure what exactly I want to write for him to see. There’s so much I want to say. I want to tell him how badly he’s fucked up, how much I love him and how angry I am at him for making me fall in love with him. Because that’s exactly what he did. He pulled that love that I had buried down deep inside me right up to the surface and now I’m drowning in it. I wipe under my eyes and look up at Joey.

“He doesn’t love me. He’s just fucking me. He doesn’t do serious.” I take in a deep shaky breath. “I’m done.” My hand begins to move as he brings his over my shoulder and holds me while I write. It’s a sloppy mess but it’s legible and I leave it open on the table for him to read.

Reese,

I can’t do this anymore.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

"Selamat sore. Bagaimana bisa saya bantu?" Orang muda, berpakaian tajam dalam setelan gelap menyambut saya dengan senyum bengkok. Rambut cokelat gelap dipercantik ke sisi dengan beberapa jenis produk. Hmm. Saya sudah menyukainya."Halo. I was wondering jika Mr Carroll tersedia.""Oh, sebenarnya ia adalah Mr Thomas' kantor sekarang dengan beberapa rekan lain makan siang. Anda ingin saya untuk memanggil dia?" Dia mencapai untuk telepon tetapi saya menembak tangan saya untuk menghentikan dia."Oh tidak, tidak apa-apa. Aku tahu mana Mr Thomas' kantor."Dia memberiku senyum hangat dan tempat telepon kembali ke bawah. "Wonderful. Baik pergi tepat di dan mengetuk karena resepsionis nya keluar saat makan siang. Have a nice day.""Terima kasih, Anda terlalu."Laki-laki, Dialah ceria. Aku tidak bisa membantu tetapi tertawa pada fakta bahwa Reese mempekerjakan seorang pria dapat resepsionis nya bukan seorang wanita. Saya berjalan cepat menuju kantor Ian, melihatnya sudah beberapa inci terbuka dan pergi untuk mengetuk ketika suara favorit saya perhentian saya."Dia adalah fucking psikotik. Aku belum pernah seorang gadis pergi itu gila saya setelah saya memberitahu saya selesai sialan dia, "Dia mengatakan melalui mulut sebagian penuh. Orang senang berbicara dengan seteguk nya. Aku tersenyum sedikit dan menggelengkan kepala."Ya, aku cukup yakin kebanyakan wanita, Anda berhenti fucking biasanya flip pada Anda dalam beberapa cara atau yang lain. "Tapi yang benar-benar kacau bahwa dia ditargetkan Dylan seperti itu." Saya mengenali Ian suara dan menyeberangi lengan saya dadaku, bersandar di dinding saat aku mendengarkan in. "dia jelas belum punya kesenangan melihat Dylan kesal sisi. Cukup bodoh bergerak pada bagian."Ketiga suara bunyi genta lonceng yang aku tidak akrab dengan. "Siapakah cewek Dylan ini sih? Dia panas?" Ahhh ya, jadi senang aku tiba di sini di saat yang tepat ini. Tidak seperti ego sedikit dorongan untuk mencerahkan hari Senin.Aku mendengar chip tas ruffle. "Panas tidak bahkan mulai untuk menggambarkan dirinya. Dia fucking cantik,"Reese menjawab dan menggigit bibir saya."Ia bertemu dengannya di Mr Walter putri pernikahan beberapa pekan lalu. Dia adalah Juls' sahabat dan salah satu neraka dari seorang tukang roti. Dia memiliki gigi manis Dylan's di Fayette. Itu adalah toko yang mendapat bata dilemparkan melalui jendela,"Ian mengatakan melalui seteguk."Kotoran. Jadi, Anda seperti gadis ini atau dia hanya salah satu dari banyak wanita yang menghancurkan Reese Carroll di jalannya?" Suara ketiga meminta dan saya penjepit diri. Jahshua Kristus, yang terdengar mengerikan. Meskipun, saya benar-benar dapat melihat bagaimana hal itu berlaku. Ia adalah kekuatan alam.Keheningan mengisi Kamar, beberapa detik lama keheningan. Aku mendengar beberapa tenggorokan jelas dan kemudian suaranya."Hal ini tidak serius jika itu adalah apa yang Anda bertanya saya. Kau tahu aku tidak melakukan omong kosong. Saya suka bercinta dengannya jadi saya lakukan." Mulut saya dan hati saya drop pada waktu yang sama seperti aku mendengar suara Ian mengatakan sesuatu dalam menanggapi Deskripsi situasi kita tetapi tidak mendaftarkannya. Sebaliknya, saya menjalankan cepat untuk elevator dan slip pada yang pertama yang terbuka."Oh Tuhan. Oh Tuhan. Oh kotoran." Aku 'm mencengkeram tembok di dalam Lift kosong yang dibutuhkan saya ke lantai, berputar kepala saya dan hati saya tidak lagi dengan saya, meninggalkan itu di lantai di luar kantor Ian. Aku tidak percaya ia mengatakan bahwa. Setelah semuanya. Setelah terakhir malam dan setelah hari ulang tahunnya. Aku masih saja seseorang yang dia suka untuk bercinta. Thats it? Pintu terbuka dan saya menjalankan melalui lobi dan menuju merah sipil yang masih terparkir di tepi jalan. Joey adalah bersandar pintu penumpang dengan telepon ke telinganya. Penampilan saya membuat dia mengakhiri panggilan-Nya."Apa yang terjadi?""Membawa saya ke tempatnya, sekarang. Saya perlu untuk mendapatkan kotoran saya." Wajah saya diliputi dalam air mata dan ia bergerak cepat, tidak mengajukan pertanyaan lain seperti kita berdua file ke dalam mobilnya.The drive doesn’t take long and Joey remains silent as I burst into the condo and grab my duffle, aimlessly throwing my belongings into it and triple checking that I didn’t leave anything behind. Because I’m never coming back here to get it. I grab my items out of the bathroom and break down when I spot his body wash, wanting to take a final whiff of it but managing to pull myself away from the shower before I can let that happen. I run to his bedroom and grab the notebook that I got the pen out of last night and bring it out to the dining room, opening up to a blank page and grabbing the pen.“Dylan, what happened?”My hands are shaking as I hover the pen above the paper, not sure what exactly I want to write for him to see. There’s so much I want to say. I want to tell him how badly he’s fucked up, how much I love him and how angry I am at him for making me fall in love with him. Because that’s exactly what he did. He pulled that love that I had buried down deep inside me right up to the surface and now I’m drowning in it. I wipe under my eyes and look up at Joey.“He doesn’t love me. He’s just fucking me. He doesn’t do serious.” I take in a deep shaky breath. “I’m done.” My hand begins to move as he brings his over my shoulder and holds me while I write. It’s a sloppy mess but it’s legible and I leave it open on the table for him to read.Reese,I can’t do this anymore.