Jo POV
Layla went home after leaving me alone in my own apartment. I sit on the couch holding the papers with an insane amount of shopping bags around me. I look around, shaking my head. I might go return most of it. I don’t have anywhere to wear those kinds of clothes. I might keep the shoes. Can’t really say no to some Manolo Blahnik can I? They are beautiful, and I will never wear them just because I will be too scared of ruining them.
I might wear them in the house. Don’t get me wrong. I have a Dolce, and one Gucci dress, but they were bought in thrift stores. They were findings that I still can’t believe I found. I don’t know how people can get rid of their dresses like that. They had the tags on, so they were never worn.
I hold the papers up as I start reading the treatment, and how it works. There are a lot of injections and scans, not to mention blood tests and all sorts. I will find out everything abou
Jo POVI smile, placing the dress down, and my doorbell rings. I frown. I look around, checking if Layla forgot anything, but no, there are only the thousands of bags she got for me. I stand and walk to the door phone and when the screen lights up; I take one step back, covering my mouth with my hand.“Open the door, Jo. I know you’re home.” I hear and see Greg say. I hold my breath as if he could hear me and I shake my head. He found me. How did he find me?“I am only going to say this once. Open the Goddamn door, Jo,” he says with the most threatening tone of voice I have ever heard. I walk to the door phone and press the opening button. As if I got electrocuted, I take one step back and look around the room, gathering everything quickly and shoving it inside the wardrobe at the entrance. I don’t want him to see all of this designer stuff and think I went shopping instead of p
Dylan POVI sit on the edge of the bed as I put my black shoes on as Savannah looks at her reflection in the mirror. Her bump is showing. I can see is peeking through her tight dress. I can’t help but smile. I know I wasn’t thrilled about it in the beginning, but the kid is growing on me.“What do you think? The red or the purple?” She asks, raising her large earrings. I frown, looking at the two options, and take a deep breath.“Don’t you have anything smaller? That won’t get everyone looking at your ears?” I ask, and when she spins around and looks at me, I realize I fucked up. I raise both of my hands up in an apology. “But what do I know? The purple?” I ask with a small smile on my lips.Savannah looks back in the mirror, holding both earrings clos
Dylan POVRobert opens the door so I can get out of the car and I immediately regret coming. The flashes from the photographs are blinding me. I take my sunglasses from the pocket inside my suit jacket and put them on as I flash the reporters a smile.I walk around the car as Robert opens the door for Savannah. I offer her my hand and when her ring is visible getting out of the car; the noise is mind-blowing. There are hundreds of people behind the security barricades shouting for Savannah’s name.She waves at everyone, blowing some kisses with her right hand while she wraps her left arm around mine as we walk down the red carpet into the National Library. The stairs are covered with red carpet while the reporters shout our names, trying to get to ask some questions.I look around, trying to find one of o
Jo POVToday is the freaking event. I look inside my closet trying to find something I can wear and I find my Gucci dress. I pull it out and smile. It really is beautiful, and I only wore it once. A knock on the door makes me jump and my heart beats fast. It’s too early to be Greg picking me up.I look through the magic eye and it’s a delivery man with a massive white box. I frown as I open the door and he smiles. “Miss Jo Thompson?” He asks and I nod. “This is for you,” he says, passing me the box. He puts a paper on top for me to sign and I smile.“Let me just put the box down,” I say as I put it on the floor. I can’t really take my eyes off of it. He gives me his pen and I sign the paper.“Have a good day,” he tells me.“You too,” I reply before I close the door and get on my knees, undoing the big gold bow that covers t
Jo POV“I need a drink,” I say, and Greg nods as he holds my hand in his. I hate this. I am feeling so uncomfortable. I can’t even believe this is happening. When we reach the bar, I smile at the bartender. Doesn’t hurt to be nice.“What can I get you?” He asks, and before I have a chance to reply, Greg starts speaking.“Two glasses of champagne,” he says, and I clear my throat as both men look at me and I smile politely.“Not for me, I’ll have a martini with two olives, please,” I say and the bartender nods, looking between the two of us and I smile as I rest my hip against the bar. I can see Fred walking in with his stunning girlfriend that is wearing a sequin red dress. She almost looks like Jessica Rabbit, her hips look amazing in that dress and I can tell that Fred is loving what he is see
Jo POV “What the hell was that all about?” Layla asks as I place both my hands on the sink, trying to calm my beating heart. “What are you doing here with that asshole?” She keeps asking as I struggle to breathe and I feel like my entire world is ready to collapse. “What were you thinking? Kissing that guy? Like that?” Layla finally realizes I am struggling and stops speaking as she rests one hand on my back. “I panicked. It was the first thing that came to mind, and I know I fucked up, but you know what? Fuck him.” I say at the same time the door opens and Barbie walks in, waltzing with her small baby bump. If there’s one person who I would say doesn’t deserve, this joy is her. I look away from her, and Layla smiles as we stay quiet. “You don’t need to stop talking. I know you are obsessed with Dylan,” she says, and I can’t help but snort as I look at her now. “You need to move on, you were just a pass time wh
Dylan POV“Dylan, bro, you’re making a scene. Everyone is looking,” Fred whispers. He uses his hockey-player charm and smiles at people. I keep my eyes trained on Jo, who is looking way too comfortable in that asshole's arm.“Hi, I’m Greg. You might remember me from the Hamptons house we used to play together?” The fucker says, and I look at him as I remember him. “I am Alma’s son,” I scrunch my nose as I remember perfectly the prick. He used to steal my toys. Fred was too young to play with us and Jude was always playing alone anyway while Richard, well, Richard, was always trying to get into the girl's pants.“Pumpkin, what is going on here? I’ve been looking for you. Vogue wants us,” I hear Savannah’s voice as she talks next to me, resting her hand on my chest and the other one on my shoulder. I wrap one arm around Savannah’s wa
Dylan POV My phone rings in my pocket and I take it out to reject the call, but I see that is Richard calling. He never calls unless something is wrong. “Excuse me, I really need to take this,” I say before I kiss Savannah on the top of the head and walk out of the room. “I am kind of busy right now. What happened?” I ask, and I can hear Layla speaking on the other side. “Okay, you know that guy, Greg? He is bad news,” Richard says, and I take a deep breath as I shove my free hand into my pocket. “I know, he is Alma’s son. She tells me what he gets up to,” I say, and I can hear Layla on the other side. “Just tell him to get here now.” “Okay, what is going on? Where are you?” I ask and Richard gives me the directions to the room they are in before we end the call and I walk as fast as I can, raising no suspicions. I open the door and Layla