All Chapters of The Joker - The Ashford Brothers Series - Book Two: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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

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

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 “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