Dylan POV
“It’s New years,” I say, and Savannah shrugs as she looks at her reflection in the mirror. “You’re not going to spend the new year with me?” I question her and she takes a deep breath looking at my reflection in the mirror. I don’t care about the ball dropping, or the new year's parties, I just want to spend New Year's with her.
“I have to work Dyl, you know that,” she tells me, and I lose control. I throw her perfume against the wall smashing it into a thousand pieces, her eyes go wide, and she looks at me in fear. I never lose my cool like this, but with everything that is happening with Layla, I can’t just think about spending as much time with Savannah as I possibly can.
“I am sorry,” I say falling on my knees in front of her, her eyes are pooled with tears and I start to feel like
Jo POV“No, Mom, really, I don’t want to go out,” I say, as I rest my feet on the coffee table. That earns me a stern look from my mom. I raise an eyebrow taking a deep breath. I ignore her stare and focus my eyes on the recorded game of Hockey. I know my mom hasn’t moved as she stands next to me with her hands on her hips.“Fine,” I finally say giving in to the pressure of her stare. I stand up walking past her as my dad walks into the living room. “What happened?” He asks and I shrug walking past him and up the stairs. I can hear them talking but I avoid listening to their conversation because I know I will be the center of it. My sister is still in rehab but I am the one they worry about. I shake my head as I walk into my bedroom.I can’t believe I am doing this. I hate going out during New Year's. People get
Jo POVWhen I open my eyes I realize I didn’t close the dreadful curtains. The sun is shining through the window and I bury my head in the pillow to try and hide from the light shining through. Argh, I hate my life right now. My phone vibrates insistently next to me and in frustration, I press the answering call.“What?” I bark and I can hear a breath of relief on the other side. I frown pulling my head off of the pillow and looking at the name on the screen. Mom.“Where are you? I have been worried sick, you said you wouldn’t be late,” she says hysterically on the other side of the phone. What? I didn’t say anything like that.“I said I would be home early Mom, early in the morning,” I say trying to make a joke out of the situation but obviously is not work
Dylan POVI end the call and start typing the address straight away. It will take her around thirty-eight minutes to get here with the snow. I rush to get my pants on. I am a man on a mission, and my mission is to get Jo to stay, to be with me, to forget about everyone and everything. I do the buttons of my shirt and take the elevator down to the reception floor. As soon as I reach reception the girl smiles. “Mr. Ashford, how can I help?” She asks and I smile politely. “I need some room service please, I need the room to be cleaned asap, just the bed and the bathroom, and I need a bottle of your best champagne in ice, two glasses, some strawberries, an omelet with cheese, coffee for two, and some cakes,” I say and the girl looks at me frowning. “Sure, but all of our housekeeping staff are busy at the moment with departures rooms,” she says and I take a deep breath resting both my hands on the counter in front of me. Her eyes meet mine and I offer her my most charming smile. “Look…
Jo POVThe way the orgasm hits my body makes me wonder if I ever really experienced an orgasm before. My legs shake, my stomach turns, my walls contract and my brain goes foggy. Everything around me disappears and it’s just me and Dylan here. His hands touch every inch of my body while his tongue works its magic.No one has ever made me feel like this, his touch is addictive, and the tingling I feel makes my heart beat faster and my blood moves faster all over my body. Besides being funny, and kind, Dylan is a God in bed. Does he even have any flaws? Why is he so perfect? He is making it hard for me to hate him, to wish he would be away from me instead of inside of me.Dylan starts licking his way up to my breasts again, and I pull him up by the collar of his shirt. I start pulling on it and we manage to rip it off of his body. His chest is toned, he looks lik
Jo POV“I have to answer it,” I say as I try to escape Dylan’s arms that are keeping me in place.“No, don’t burst our bubble, come on,” he says and I can’t help but giggle at his face. He is pouting like a little kid while he tries to grab me while I escape the bed and grab my phone.“It’s my mom, we have been here for three days, she is probably worried,” I say as I bring the phone to my ear.“Hey Mom” I say and I can hear the relief in her voice on the other side.“Where are you? I have been worried sick, I even contacted the police” she starts saying I look at Dylan and I can tell by his facial expression that I might look horrified.&
Dylan POV“So? How was your time away?” Richard asks as I walk into his office with my hands in my pockets. I nod slightly and sit in front of him, crossing my legs. Richard is in a steady relationship with Layla. He is the only one that can give me advice about my love life, but I don’t even know how to tell him what I have been doing.“It was good,” I say, and he nods, focusing again on his laptop. He raises his eyes from time to time to focus on me. I am biting my nails like I used to when we were kids and I would do something that I knew I would get in trouble for.“Okay, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Richard asks and I take a deep breath, resting both my hands on my leg.“My life is a shit show,” I finally say, and Richard closes his laptop and rest
Jo POV“Mom?” I shout from the bathroom. Once again, I forgot to bring clean towels, and as my mom is a control freak and a clean maniac, she changes my towels every three days. She doesn’t reply, so I open the bathroom door and walk naked back into my room. When I close the door, I am faced with Greg sitting on my bed holding a picture of Layla.I grab my robe immediately covering myself as his eyes move up and down my body. I feel my stomach turn as he looks at me like I am a piece of meat. “Looking good,” he says, and I roll my eyes crossing my arms in front of my chest.“What do you want?” I ask, gathering courage I have no idea I had. He stands up and walks to me curling a strand of hair that has fallen off of my messy bun. I smack his hand away and he grabs my wrist pulling me closer to him.“Oh my little
Jo POVI wheel my bag through the airport. After passing airport security, I sit at the bar looking at the drinks menu. I think I need some liquid courage. I need something to make me relax. I have no clue what I am doing right now. I have nowhere to stay. Our house is gone, back to its owner, and all of my belongings are in storage.“Can I please have a martini?” I ask the bartender, that smiles and nods. He walks around the bar prepping my order and when he places the drink in front of me, I drain the glass in one go. He looks at me, raising an eyebrow and I smile, pointing at the glass while I shove the olive in my mouth.“Another one please,” I say, and he nods. When the second one is placed in front of me. I smile and give him the money for the two drinks, plus a tip. My phone is ringing and I look at the name. Layla. My heart beats fast
Dylan POV “Come on sleepyhead, it’s time to get up,” Jo says as she pulls the covers from my body. “Argh,” I let out, rolling onto my stomach and burying my head on my pillow as Jo opens the curtains. “What are you doing? It’s Saturday,” I let out with my head still on my pillow. “Come on, I need you to get up,” she says, but I groan again, closing my eyes harder, shaking my head. “Nope,” I say, popping the P. Jo screamed for help and I jumped out of bed, disoriented. I saw her in the doorway, already dressed and showered. I shake my head, regretting standing up so fast. “What the fuck was that for? I almost had a fucking heart attack,” I say, going back to bed, but she runs, grabbing my wrist, stopping me. I turn around to face her and she is smiling. She looks way too excited. “Okay, what’s with that face? That’s terrifying,” I say as I move my finger in circles, pointing at her face. Jo smacks my finger away as she pulls me
Jo POV Dylan pulls me closer to him. I keep my eyes closed, my brain is tired that I can’t even open my eyes. I can feel Dylan’s lips move up and down my neck and move to my shoulder. I take a deep breath as he helps me to roll onto the bed to face him. I smile slightly as he kisses me and then kisses my face, my nose, and my eyes. “Good morning,” he whispers, and I smile again. I open my eyes to be faced with those beautiful ocean-blue eyes that take my breath away every time he smiles at me. “Good morning, husband,” I say and he chuckles as I move, resting my head on his chest. Dylan hugs me tightly against his body as I keep my eyes closed, moving my hands slowly up and down his stomach, feeling his rock-hard abs. This man feels like the Gods have carved him just for me. I lick my lips as I open my eyes to look at him. He looks lost in thought, and I can’t blame him. Our lives had turned upside down since we got together and we got married. I don’t
Dylan POV “Are you sure you want to do that?” I ask Fred, while he takes his glass to his lips. He shrugs and I can’t help but smile. “I don’t know, but it seems like a good idea,” he says, and I take a deep breath. “Just because it seems like a good idea, it doesn’t mean that it will be a successful business,” I tell him. He nods and I can hear Jo’s voice in my ear. “I am going to the bathroom, husband,” she says and I look back at her while she smiles, with Layla standing next to her. I nod while I smile. She called me husband, the best word in the world right now. I think I have never loved this woman more than I love right now, and I don’t even know if I will ever love her more than right now. Layla wraps one arm around Jo’s arm as they walk slowly toward the bathroom. They get stopped so many times and I can tell Jo is not loving it. Archie starts crying and Richard immediately goes into panic mode. He looks around, and Layla is nowhere to be seen. He picks up the little one
Jo POV Dylan holds my hand while we wait to be called into the ballroom. “How are you feeling?” He asks me and I look at him before I look at the double door again and smile. “Nervous, but very happy. How did you pull this off?” I ask and he looks at me. I turn around to face him and he places both his hands on my face and kisses me slowly. I close my eyes, allowing him to savor the moment. “I didn’t pull anything off. I was with you the entire time. This is all Layla,” he tells me, and I smile. The double doors open and I can hear someone announce us. “Mr. And Mrs. Ashford” My heart beats fast as we walk into the room with round tables and everyone standing while they clap. I smile as Dylan tightens his grip on my hand. “Ladies and Gentleman, the first dance,” someone says and Dylan pulls me towards him as he wraps his arms around my waist. I wrap both my arms around his neck as we sway to the sound of Extreme more than words. I smile as I rest my head against his chest. When th
Dylan POV “You need to chill,” Richard says as he helps me with my butterfly tie. I look at him and he smirks. I grab his glass from the side table and empty its content in my mouth. Argh, that was strong. I lift the glass, showing that it is empty, and Jude laughs as he grabs the bottle and pours another dose into it. “You should take it easy,” Jude says and I flip him off as I look at my reflection in the mirror. Today is the most important day of my life. I am marrying the woman of my dreams. I am finally allowing myself to be happy. A soft knock on the door brings my attention back to the room. Layla steps inside and she looks beautiful in a blush pink dress. “The bride wants you,” she says as she looks at me. I frown and she holds my hand, pulling me out of my room. “It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding,” says, and she waves me off. “You will not see her. She will be on the other side of the door and you will be back to back. She just needs to touch you for reas
Jo POV Dylan closed all the windows, not allowing me to lookout., I realised we were not in New York. The flight took longer than what it would take for new York. But I decided not to question him. He looks so lost and I feel like his heart is so broken that I wish I knew what to do. “Are you ready for this?” Dylan asks me and I nod as he holds my hand while we walk down the stairs that connect the private jet to the airport. Once outside, Dylan talks to the pilot while our things are brought out of the jet. He looks so confident when he is around other people, but when it’s the two of us, he looks broken. A minibus stops in front of us, and Dylan holds my hand, guiding towards it. The door opens and my eyes go wide and I squeal in happiness when I see Layla, Fred, Richard, and even Jude inside. “Welcome to your bachelorette party bus,” Dylan says as Jude, Fred, and Richard leave the bus, and I look around, not really understanding what is going on. “What?” I say, but I don’t even
Dylan POV “Thank you for the hospitality,” I say as I give Josie a big hug before shaking Bill’s hand. “You’re always welcome here, and hopefully next time Jo will have a ring on her finger,” Bill says, and I smile. After she said yes to my marriage proposal, I have been so happy that I hadn’t even looked at my phone. I informed my brothers that we would go under the radar for a few days to let the dust settle while Richard took care of everything for us. The only person I kept some contact with was Layla because she would kill me if I kept her best friend away from her. Besides, I needed her to help with a surprise. I open the taxi door for Jo to get in as I wait for her to come. She is still hugging her mom and dad. She hasn’t spoken to her sister since that incident and everything got worse when she had a relapse and is being treated again. Such a shame, another soul that Greg destroyed, and I can’t wait to destroy him. Jo walks towards me. She looks sad, and I know she hates
Jo POV It’s been three days since we got here and Dylan is looking a lot more relaxed and even I feel much better. It’s like everything that happens in New York doesn’t matter here. People don’t really care about the big and famous the big city. “Are you ready?” I ask as I walk back into the guest room where Dylan has been sleeping, and I have been sneaking in every night. “Almost,” he says as he puts his shoes on. He looks so good with normal clothes and not his tailored suits. Don’t get me wrong, one pair of his denim trousers probably cost more than my entire wardrobe, but he looks relaxed with his plaid shirt and dark blue denim pants. Dylan pulls me into his arms and I can’t help but squeal as he kisses my neck, making me giggle. “Stop, come on, my dad will hear us,” I say, but Dylan doesn’t seem to care, especially when he closes the door with his foot pressing my back against it. “We’re gonna get caught,” I whisper between kisses while Dylan undoes the button from my pants
Jo POVLeaving New York is the best thing that we did. After the dinner at Dylan’s house, I think we both need to be away from the city for a little while. We found out so much more stuff that his dad did that it made me sick to my stomach. Dylan has been very quiet the entire flight and drive to my parent’s house. But I can’t really blame him. It was a shit show.As soon as the car stops in front of my parent’s house, I open the door without even thinking about my own actions. I run up the front garden and open the fence before I storm up the stairs to hug my mom, that per usual, is waiting by the door.Her arms wrapped around my body give me a sense of security I didn’t know I needed. I feel safe with Dylan; I feel safe in his arms, but… this is all I need right now. I need my mommy. I’ve been hurt and I am not ashamed to admit that I need my mommy.Mom cradles my face with both her hands and kisses me on the f