Dylan POV
A knock on the door brings us both to reality. Panting, I lift Jo from the changing table, putting her softly on the floor. “Shit,” Jo whispers as she looks for her clothes on the floor. I find her underwear and I can’t help but pick it up with my t-shirt and raise it in front of my nose. She looks at me, unimpressed. As she tries to grab it, I put my hand behind my back, forcing her to get closer, and I kiss her again. This time, she doesn’t pull away. She melts against me as her fingers move to my head and I moan as she wraps her fingers around my short hair.
“Dylan?” We hear a voice from the other side of the door. I recognize the voice straight away, but Jo looks at me, frowning, and she notices my urgency. I can almost see the lightbulb lighting up in her head as she looks at me, shaking her head and getting away from me.
“No, don’t pull away from me,” I whisper as we hear my name being called
Dylan POV“Do you want to go out for dinner?” I ask as I finish hanging the curtain in the nursery. She looks at me and shakes my head.“Don’t you think it’s a little too soon to be going out in public? You guys only broke up yesterday, and I bet she has already painted you in a really non-flattering way all over the internet,” Jo says. I think she did. I’ve kept my phone off since yesterday because I don’t want to burst this bubble that I’m in now.“Probably,” I say and Jo raises an eyebrow, looking at me. She quickly reaches for her phone from her back pocket and begins tapping and swiping. She looks at the screen and her eyes go wide while her mouth opens and then closes and opens again. She looks like a fish outside of the water.“Okay, what is going on?” I walk to her, put the lamp on the table, and I look at the screen. “Dylan Ashford abandons pregnant fiancé
Dylan POVI walk into my house and I can’t believe what I am seeing. She stripped my house to the bare minimal. She took even my plants. I shake my head as I put both my hands into my pants pockets. I look around and all I am left in the living room is my couch and the coffee table, my sound system and my tv are gone.“Dylan, I tried to contact you, but your phone was off, and the phone at work was constantly busy. I didn’t know what to do,” Alma says and I nod. She even took the curtains. I can’t help myself but laugh.“What else did she take?” I ask Alma, and she looks down at her feet. Okay, this is worse than I thought. I walk up the stairs to find my bed gone, and all my clothes scattered on the floor. I shake my head as I think about the time that it’s going to take me to put everything away.Alma knocks on the door behind me, and I turn to look at her. “I think you should have a look in the bath
Jo POVI look at the papers resting on my coffee table, and I take a deep breath. I try to focus on my computer, but my eyes keep moving to the papers. I put the laptop on the couch and I stand up, grabbing the papers and putting them in the kitchen. Out of sight, out of mind, right?I walk back to the couch, looking at the computer, but my mind keeps flying back to those papers. I close the laptop and walk into the kitchen, looking at them one more time. I haven’t told Dylan about this, and I think I am afraid to.He doesn’t know about my fertility uses. What if that’s a nod deal for him? I grab the papers and put them in the trash can, closing my eyes. I rest both my hands on the counter. My phone rings and I take a deep breath, walking back to the couch to see Dylan’s name flashing.Is he some sort of mind reader? “Hello?” I say as I answer the phone. My heart beats faster and faster at the anticipation of hearing hi
Jo POV“Good morning, beautiful,” Dylan says as he pulls me into his arms. I smile against his chest as he draws circles on my bare back. Slowly, I open my eyes looking at him and he looks beautiful. The sun shining through the curtains, making his skin look delicious and gold.“Take a picture, it will last longer,” he says and I smile, placing a soft kiss on his chest. Dylan wraps his arms tighter around my body and I moan as he pulls me into a kiss. I love waking up like this. I can feel his morning glory against my leg.“Are you ready for our morning round?” He asks as his hands move down to my ass, pulling me to straddle him. I shake my head, pulling away from him and he frowns, watching me as I stand up.“You need to go get ready for the testing,” I say and he covers his eyes with his arm and groans loudly.I wrap my robe around my body as Dylan sits on the edge of my bed and stretches his arms a
Dylan POVJo grips my hand as I offer it to her to help her get out of the car. I booked the reservation to one of the most upcoming restaurants in Manhattan. The sooner the press sees us together and photographs us together, the sooner we will be alone without people taking pictures constantly.“Dylan, who’s the woman with you?”“Dylan, what’s her name?”“Is this the woman that got between you and Savannah?” I hear the question, and I feel Jo stiffen next to me. I smile at the photographer as I hold her close to my body, resting my arm on her lower back as she smiles. We are almost blinded by the flashing lights.The questions keep being shouted as we walk into the restaurant and the hostess that recognizes me straight away greeted us. She looks at Jo with a fake smile and then locks eyes with me. I take a deep breath, tightening my grip around Jo’s waist as I guide us through the restaurant in
Jo POVMy phone is ringing next to me, but I am so tired that I try to find it next to me on the bed with my eyes still closed. I tap the mattress and I find it. I open one eye looking for the green button on the screen and I answer just in time before it stops ringing.“Hello?” I answer.“Hey, sorry, did I wake you up?” I hear Layla’s voice on the other side. I open my eyes, and sit up straight away on the bed, rubbing my eyes.“No, no, I am awake. What’s up? Is everything okay?” I ask, looking around the room. I am in Dylan’s hotel room and there’s not a single clock around the room to tell me what time it is. I turn on the bed, grabbing his wrist as he protests, looking at the time.“Liar,” she says with a giggle, and I smile as I move on the bed, placing my feet on the floor and raising my free arm above my head as I stretch.“Yeah, yeah, okay, why are you call
Dylan POV I smile as I hear her closing the bathroom door. She still has some secrets from me, but it’s okay. I will give her some time to work through that. She will trust me completely eventually and I can wait. I know she is hiding something big from me and that’s why she wanted to play the two truths and one lie on our first date. She was trying to find a way of telling me something. I can wait. I roll around on the bed, resting now on my back with my arm hanging over my eyes, covering them as I smile, remembering last night. I fucked Jo on every surface of this room. And I can’t wait for my house to be ready so I can do the same there. My phone pings and I grab it as I raise it in front of my eyes and I see that is an email from their DNA clinic. I sit up straight, putting my feet on the floor while my hands shake slightly. I open it and start reading the report. Most of what it says there I can’t understand. It’s three pages and I can feel my heart beat
Dylan POVWhen the taxi stops in front of my parent’s house, I open the door and stand in front of the gates, looking inside. As if I got hit with a ton of bricks, I remember the conversation my mother was having with Layla at the ball. The divorce. My father asked my mother for the divorce, so he knows the baby is his.I open the gate with the code I have and saunter up the drive toward the double doors of the house. One of them opens and my mom walks out frowning as she watches me walk up the steps. “What are you doing here? I was just about to go to a meeting,” my mom announces, and I nod. I kiss her on the cheek before I walk past her into the house.“What are you doing here?” She asks again, and I turn to face her. Her eyes meet mine. “What is going on with the divorce?” I ask and my mom takes a deep breath and adjusts her skirt as she’s got taken by surprise by my question.“Why do you ask? I am
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