Dylan POV
A 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
Jo POVMy phone is ringing next to me, but I am so tired that I try to find it next to me on the bed with my eyes still closed. I tap the mattress and I find it. I open one eye looking for the green button on the screen and I answer just in time before it stops ringing.“Hello?” I answer.“Hey, sorry, did I wake you up?” I hear Layla’s voice on the other side. I open my eyes, and sit up straight away on the bed, rubbing my eyes.“No, no, I am awake. What’s up? Is everything okay?” I ask, looking around the room. I am in Dylan’s hotel room and there’s not a single clock around the room to tell me what time it is. I turn on the bed, grabbing his wrist as he protests, looking at the time.“Liar,” she says with a giggle, and I smile as I move on the bed, placing my feet on the floor and raising my free arm above my head as I stretch.“Yeah, yeah, okay, why are you call
Dylan POV I smile as I hear her closing the bathroom door. She still has some secrets from me, but it’s okay. I will give her some time to work through that. She will trust me completely eventually and I can wait. I know she is hiding something big from me and that’s why she wanted to play the two truths and one lie on our first date. She was trying to find a way of telling me something. I can wait. I roll around on the bed, resting now on my back with my arm hanging over my eyes, covering them as I smile, remembering last night. I fucked Jo on every surface of this room. And I can’t wait for my house to be ready so I can do the same there. My phone pings and I grab it as I raise it in front of my eyes and I see that is an email from their DNA clinic. I sit up straight, putting my feet on the floor while my hands shake slightly. I open it and start reading the report. Most of what it says there I can’t understand. It’s three pages and I can feel my heart beat
Dylan POVWhen the taxi stops in front of my parent’s house, I open the door and stand in front of the gates, looking inside. As if I got hit with a ton of bricks, I remember the conversation my mother was having with Layla at the ball. The divorce. My father asked my mother for the divorce, so he knows the baby is his.I open the gate with the code I have and saunter up the drive toward the double doors of the house. One of them opens and my mom walks out frowning as she watches me walk up the steps. “What are you doing here? I was just about to go to a meeting,” my mom announces, and I nod. I kiss her on the cheek before I walk past her into the house.“What are you doing here?” She asks again, and I turn to face her. Her eyes meet mine. “What is going on with the divorce?” I ask and my mom takes a deep breath and adjusts her skirt as she’s got taken by surprise by my question.“Why do you ask? I am