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“What are you doing?” I ask Leo as he pulls me by the hand down the hotel corridor. I can’t help but giggle at the emergency in his action. We reach the door, and he opens it, exposing the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen. We had been in Mexico on vacation for one week, and I thought he would propose to me, but soon after we arrived, I realized I was mistaken. All we have been doing is radical activities but now… Now he is guiding me through the beach to a small tent. Everything is white with flowers. I look around, and there are massive pillows on the floor and a beautiful table with colorful food. “Oh My God, Leo, this is beautiful,” I say, and when I turn around to look at him, he is on one knee, holding a small black velvet box with a ring inside. “Jo, you are the sunshine of my life. You brought to light when the darkness was consuming me, made me want to live again, and I owe my life to you and your love. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met, and I want
Dylan POV"Are you for real right now?" I ask Savanna as she applies her lipstick. I watch as her eyes go wide, looking at me in the mirror. "Yes, I am for real, Dylan. What the hell is wrong with you? You know how these things work. I need to go to London. My career depends on it", she says, and I roll my eyes. Career, she doesn't even know the actual meaning of the word. All she does is screw around and live out of her trust fund money. "You could've said something earlier. We have dinner at my parents' house tonight", I say, and it's her turn to roll her eyes. "Come on, pumpkin," she says, using the nickname she knows I absolutely despise, "You know I have to go to London fashion week," she finally uses the fashion week as an excuse. She walks towards me and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me into a kiss. "Will you miss me?" she asks, and I hate to admit it, but I actually will. I know people see me as a player, but I do like Savanna and would like to stop this nonsense
Jo POV“I won’t be home for dinner,” I hear my housemate Layla say. I raise my head from the couch as Leo holds me tightly against his chest. He is as curious as I am. We both look at Layla, and curiosity takes over. I stand up and walk towards her.“You’ve got a date?” I ask as I raise my eyebrows, looking at her. All of a sudden, Layla starts laughing, and I look behind me to see my boyfriend pretending to be making out with someone. I can’t help but laugh with her at his pathetic attempt to pretend to have someone making out with him. “Guys, come on, no, it’s a work dinner,” Layla says, and I can’t help but smirk. Right, work. She brings her coffee to her lips, and I watch as she starts to daydream. Work my ass, and she wants to fuck her boss badly. I go back to sitting with Leo. He wraps his arms around my body pulling me close. I am not working today, but he has to go out and meet some friends. I hate when he goes out to meet his old friends, he is an addict in recovery, and th
Dylan POVWaking up alone is really the thing I hate the most. I hate when Savanna travels and leaves me alone. The bed she chose in my house feels so big without her. I roll to the side and hold her pillow towards me, but I can’t remember the last time she actually slept here. I stretch my arms above my head and stand up. I need to man up and stop being a love-sick puppy running around Savanna. Maybe I should act cold towards her, see if it works, and she gives me more attention. After my shower and getting dressed, I grab my phone from charging and call her, but it goes straight to voicemail. I close my eyes, momentarily pinching the bridge of my nose. This woman is going to be the death of me.I walk out of my room, and I can hear Mrs. Alma in the kitchen. She is the best housekeeper in the world. She treats me like her son, and her food is to die for. I dare to say that it’s better than the one I eat at my mom’s house. But I don’t think mom has cooked once in her life. “Good mor
Jo POVI look at myself in the mirror, and I can’t help but smile at what I see. My long hair falls down my back into thick curls, and I am wearing Layla’s red lipstick. I am ready to go back to dating after everything that happened with Leo. I believe in love, and I believe that I can find someone good that will treat me well. The doorbell rings, and I look at my reflection one last time before I go open the door. And there he is, Josh. Wearing a dark gray suit that breathes money. “Hello,” I say as he takes one step toward me and kisses me on the cheek. “You look beautiful,” he says, and I smile. “Let me just grab my purse,” I let out before I walked back into the house and grabbed everything I needed. He is taking me to one of the new and very popular restaurants in Manhattan, and I am not going to lie. I am very excited about it. “Are you ready?” he asks as I come back out, and I nod. I lock the door behind us and follow him to the car outside. “This is Alf, my driver,” he says
Dylan POV“Excuse me, I need to freshen up,” Jo says as she stands up, and I follow her. I stand up, doing button of my jacket, watching as she blushes, looking at me. As I said, I was raised to treat women like queens. Joshua stands after he realizes what I have done and copies me.“I need the restroom too,” I excuse myself following Jo down the restaurant towards the bathroom area. She walks into the lady's room, and I look both ways and notice no one is watching me. I stop her from closing the door and step inside, locking the door behind me. I can’t get caught with Jo in here, not while we both have dates outside.She is the only woman that makes my blood boil more than Savanna, and I have to say that I find that intriguing. I have only met her twice. Once in the hospital and the second time at Layla’s house when I went to vis
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
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