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
Dylan POV“Do you want to go out for dinner?” I ask as I finish hanging the curtain in the nursery. She looks at me and shakes my head.“Don’t you think it’s a little too soon to be going out in public? You guys only broke up yesterday, and I bet she has already painted you in a really non-flattering way all over the internet,” Jo says. I think she did. I’ve kept my phone off since yesterday because I don’t want to burst this bubble that I’m in now.“Probably,” I say and Jo raises an eyebrow, looking at me. She quickly reaches for her phone from her back pocket and begins tapping and swiping. She looks at the screen and her eyes go wide while her mouth opens and then closes and opens again. She looks like a fish outside of the water.“Okay, what is going on?” I walk to her, put the lamp on the table, and I look at the screen. “Dylan Ashford abandons pregnant fiancé
Dylan POVI walk into my house and I can’t believe what I am seeing. She stripped my house to the bare minimal. She took even my plants. I shake my head as I put both my hands into my pants pockets. I look around and all I am left in the living room is my couch and the coffee table, my sound system and my tv are gone.“Dylan, I tried to contact you, but your phone was off, and the phone at work was constantly busy. I didn’t know what to do,” Alma says and I nod. She even took the curtains. I can’t help myself but laugh.“What else did she take?” I ask Alma, and she looks down at her feet. Okay, this is worse than I thought. I walk up the stairs to find my bed gone, and all my clothes scattered on the floor. I shake my head as I think about the time that it’s going to take me to put everything away.Alma knocks on the door behind me, and I turn to look at her. “I think you should have a look in the bath
Jo POVI look at the papers resting on my coffee table, and I take a deep breath. I try to focus on my computer, but my eyes keep moving to the papers. I put the laptop on the couch and I stand up, grabbing the papers and putting them in the kitchen. Out of sight, out of mind, right?I walk back to the couch, looking at the computer, but my mind keeps flying back to those papers. I close the laptop and walk into the kitchen, looking at them one more time. I haven’t told Dylan about this, and I think I am afraid to.He doesn’t know about my fertility uses. What if that’s a nod deal for him? I grab the papers and put them in the trash can, closing my eyes. I rest both my hands on the counter. My phone rings and I take a deep breath, walking back to the couch to see Dylan’s name flashing.Is he some sort of mind reader? “Hello?” I say as I answer the phone. My heart beats faster and faster at the anticipation of hearing hi
Jo POV“Good morning, beautiful,” Dylan says as he pulls me into his arms. I smile against his chest as he draws circles on my bare back. Slowly, I open my eyes looking at him and he looks beautiful. The sun shining through the curtains, making his skin look delicious and gold.“Take a picture, it will last longer,” he says and I smile, placing a soft kiss on his chest. Dylan wraps his arms tighter around my body and I moan as he pulls me into a kiss. I love waking up like this. I can feel his morning glory against my leg.“Are you ready for our morning round?” He asks as his hands move down to my ass, pulling me to straddle him. I shake my head, pulling away from him and he frowns, watching me as I stand up.“You need to go get ready for the testing,” I say and he covers his eyes with his arm and groans loudly.I wrap my robe around my body as Dylan sits on the edge of my bed and stretches his arms a
Dylan POVJo grips my hand as I offer it to her to help her get out of the car. I booked the reservation to one of the most upcoming restaurants in Manhattan. The sooner the press sees us together and photographs us together, the sooner we will be alone without people taking pictures constantly.“Dylan, who’s the woman with you?”“Dylan, what’s her name?”“Is this the woman that got between you and Savannah?” I hear the question, and I feel Jo stiffen next to me. I smile at the photographer as I hold her close to my body, resting my arm on her lower back as she smiles. We are almost blinded by the flashing lights.The questions keep being shouted as we walk into the restaurant and the hostess that recognizes me straight away greeted us. She looks at Jo with a fake smile and then locks eyes with me. I take a deep breath, tightening my grip around Jo’s waist as I guide us through the restaurant in