Chapter 59 - Dylan Ashford

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