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
Jo POV“I can do it myself,” I say to Layla, as she stands up to make me some breakfast. I really wished she would let me do it. Her cooking skills are horrible, and I will have to eat, anyway. I stand walking after her into my small kitchen and she looks at me sideways.“Go back to the couch, get some rest,” she says and I shake my head.I want to make us breakfast and go back to my normal life; I tell Layla as I open the fridge..“Seriously Jo, you need to rest, that’s what the doctor said,” Layla says, and now I’ve had enough. She has been here all day yesterday, then she slept on the couch when she told me she was going home, and now she is here still.I put the eggs on the counter and look at her. “Layla I will not break, according to the doctors he didn’t touch me, yes, he drugged me, I was out of it for a few hours, but that was it,” I say and she looks at me with teary eyes.
Jo POV “When can I expect the delivery? We are kind of in a hurry. I can pay extra if it means that they will deliver the chair today or tomorrow,” I let out to the sales assistant that is typing away on her computer. I just bought the most incredible feeding chair for the nursery. “The earliest we can deliver is next week,” she tells me without even glancing up. I take a deep breath and bump my head on the counter softly. She finally looks at me, and I smile. “Look, my best friend went into labour today, she wasn’t supposed to for a few weeks, I just want to have the nursery ready for when she comes home, and for that I need that chair,” I tell her trying to get her to feel sympathetic to the cause. “I am sure that the Ashfords will shop here often if I get things ready,” I say, throwing their surname out loud. I finally get her full attention. “Ashford? As in from the Ashford Media?” She asks and I nod. They are well known in New York, especially be
Dylan POV“Dylan, you have a meeting in ten minutes,” Soraya announces through the intercom between my office and her desk. I rub my forehead, throwing my glasses on the table. I have a terrible headache today and I can’t even think about the next meeting.“Okay, can you bring me a coffee, please?” I ask. Hopefully, the caffeine will help subside this hammering inside my head.“Sure,” she replies, and I sit back in my chair, closing my eyes for a few minutes. My mind immediately travels to Jo, the way I found her on that bed, how she was looking so peaceful but so damaged. I don’t know what happened in that room, but I know the police are looking for him, and so is my private detective.I rub my forehead again, putting pressure above my eyebrow as I remember how she looked at me when she opened her eyes, the confusion on her face, and then the smile. It felt like nothing had happened before, but as soon as s
Dylan POV“No, Layla went into Labor today,” I say, and Savannah scrunches her nose as she looks at me.“Are you serious? She did this on purpose, to steal my thunder,” she says and I can’t help but roll my eyes. What the fuck is talking about?“Are you serious right now? How did she do that? She can’t control when she goes into labor Savannah, you should know that,” I say and she rolls her eyes, behaving like a child and stomping her foot on the floor.“Layla did all of this, so our interview on Vogue magazine is not relevant anymore. She is trying to steal the light out of us. She is just a jealous little bitch,” she says and I lose my mind. I take one step towards her.“Stop talking. She wouldn't do anything to harm anyone intentionally. It's way too soon for the baby to arrive, so she wouldn't endanger its life. Act your age,” I said before leaving the room after changing c
Jo POVI keep my eyes closed as I try to avoid looking at him. It’s bad enough he was in the hospital and he was the one that rescued me from that fucked up situation, and now he is here? Why is he here? I feel the ice touching my ankle and it makes me flinch in pain and cold. I open my eyes and I don’t have a choice but to look at him.“Thanks,” I say and he nods as he kneels in front of me and rests his head on my legs. I feel like my entire body froze, I don’t think I’m breathing either. The touch of his skin against mine makes my entire body feel like it’s on fire. I close my eyes again as I try to control my emotions.“How are you?” He asks without moving his head, but now resting his arms around my legs as if he is hugging them. If this wasn’t an endearing thing, I would say he looks pathetic. But my heart decides that it's sweet instead.“Okay,” I say, but I know he won’t
Dylan POVA 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