Jo POV
"Where are you going?" Layla asks me as she opens the door and finds me grabbing my jacket as I pull a suitcase behind me. I look at her shaking my head.
"I'm going to see my parents for a couple of weeks," I say, and Layla frowns. "Mom wants me to spend Thanksgiving with them," I say, and she nods. Her eyes go sad, and I regret mentioning this to her. Her mother is a bitch, and her sister has been making things really difficult for her forever.
"Have fun," she says, walking past me without even glancing at me.
"Layla?" I say, and she stops walking, turning to face me and crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I know we had plans for Thanksgiving, but you have a boyfriend now, a man that kisses the floor you walk on. He is going to ask you to spend it with you, and I know you would say no because
Jo POV Waking up in my childhood room feels different, normal, and good. I roll to the side, looking out of the window, and I smile. I remember the boy that used to live across the road, and his name was Mark. He never liked me, always teasing me and making sure I never had fun when he was around. My mom used to say he was treating me like that because he had a crush on me. That’s so wrong to think that a boy mistreated a girl because he liked her. I roll on my back, resting both my hands on my stomach, and I close my eyes feeling the tears burning. Memories from my past come crashing, and I try to avoid them, but it’s been far too long, and they need to resurface. I had a boyfriend in high school. I thought he was it for me. So stupid. I had no clue what love was, and looking back, neither did he. **Memories** “Layla, I need you to do me a favor,” I tell my best friend, and she closes her book looking at me. She raises an eyebrow, and I take a deep breath looking both ways. The
Jo POV “What time is dad going to be home?” I ask my mom as I put on my jacket that is hanging by the back door in the kitchen. “He will be home around six. Where are you going?” she asks, and I smile at her doing the zipper of my jacket. It’s freezing outside. “I’m going to Mrs. Jackson’s farm,” I say, and mom smiles, nodding her head. I grab the keys for the truck and walk to mom, kissing her softly on the cheek. I walk out towards the truck, my temperamental truck. I have her since I was sixteen. I know that my dad is always on top of her, trying to get her to work, but sometimes she decides not to work properly. I start the engine and smile at the noise, and it’s familiar. I place both my hands on the steering wheel. “I missed you too, girl,” I whisper before I start driving. The drive to Mrs. J
Dylan POV“I will have the contract sent over tomorrow by lunchtime,” I say to Mr. Thompson, and he smiles. He almost looks like Santa Clause. His big white beard and white hair really make him look like a cheerful old man.“No rush; tomorrow is Saturday. No need to have people working extra hours because sure as hell I am not working tomorrow,” he tells me, and I can’t help but smile. The man is cheerful, and he is probably the nicest man I have ever met. I can’t see any resemblance between him and Jo. She is uptight and serious, and she is always trying to kill me with those big brown eyes.“I’ll have them done for Monday then,” I tell him, and he stands up, nodding.“That’s my boy,” he says, and honestly, if it was anyone else, I would&r
Dylan POV“You must be Dylan,” she tells me, and I nod, offering her one of my most charming smiles.“And you must be Mrs. Thompson,” I say, and it grants me a side look. I raise an eyebrow as I wasn’t expecting that.“I am Josie, Mrs Thompson was his mother,” she says with the most caring smile, and I can’t help but fall in love with her. I can see both of them in Jo, Josie’s brown eyes and freckles. “Would you like something to drink?”, Josie asks, and I smile politely.“Only if you’re offering”, I tell her, and it grants me a cute little laugh as she opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of orange juice.“We don’t drink alcohol in this house, so orange juice will have to do,” she tells me, and I nod politely. I don’t even remember the last time I had dinner without a glass of wine, but I can t
Jo POV“Challenge accepted,” I tell him, dropping my towel on my feet before walking out of the bathroom and into my room. I feel my heart beating so fast that I actually feel like it’s about to explode. How is this even possible? I hate the way he makes me feel. I hate how my body reacts to him and how he makes me feel bothered. I hate how my skin is burning, waiting for his touch.I open my closet and take out the simplest of the clothes. A pair of leggings and a crop top. I put my hair up into a ponytail, and as I walk out of the room, he opens the bathroom door. I ignore him and walk down the stairs scrolling through my phone and pretending to be messaging someone. I don’t have anyone to message. Layla is upset with me, and all of my other friends were Leo’s friends, and I honestly don’t want to talk to any of them.“So,
Jo POV“Do you need help with anything?” I ask my mom, that walks past me in the kitchen and shakes her head. “No, I am good, I just need you to get out of my kitchen,” mom says and I can’t help but smile. Mom did everything by herself for Thanksgiving. She never allowed any of us to help. I would love to know her secrets, but she said she will only tell them to me when I am married. At this rate, I will never know. At least Sissi has a boyfriend now. So hopefully it will work out and she will get the recipes. “Okay, let me know if you need anything”, I say over my shoulder as I walk into the living room where my dad is sitting down in front of the tv cradling a beer and watching hockey. I sit next to him, resting my feet on the coffee table, and he smiles, looking at me. “What was that? What is Ashford thinking?”, I ask raising both my hands up and Dad laughs. “You know this is recorded right?” Dad asks and I laugh. Yes, I know… I love Hockey, I grew up watching Hockey instead of
Jo POVI lock the door and start pacing around, moving my hands down my face, and I feel tears rolling down. I shake my head, trying to push away the memories, the pain. How? How is he here? He is a bad guy. How is he with Sissi? I guess her bad taste in man keeps coming back to bite her in the ass. I can’t believe this is happening.His name is Greg. Now I gave a name to match the face. A soft knock on the door brings me back to the present. I take a deep breath clearing the tears from my face even though I won’t be able to hide the puffiness and the red on my eyes.I open the door and immediately a hand collides with my mouth pushing me inside the bedroom and locking the door behind him. My eyes are wide, and I stop breathing as his evil eyes lock with mine. “Shhhh, don’t make a noise and I will move my hand” he whispers, and I nod my
Dylan POV“What time are you picking me up?” Savanna asks me on the phone.“I am on my way,” I say, and she takes a deep breath.“I need more time than that, Dylan. Why didn’t you message me earlier?” She asks, and I take a deep breath. I was stuck inside a fucking court all day while Richard was getting his sentence. He really is fucked. I feel for my brother, and this thing didn’t go according to plan for him. I feel bad.“I was in court, babe, you know that,” I say, and she takes another deep breath, and I can imagine her rolling her eyes. That’s like a trademark for her.“Okay, I need another thirty minutes, so wait for me in the car,” she says, and I accept her terms. I always accept anything she tells me, and I love the w
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