Dylan POV
“It’s New years,” I say, and Savannah shrugs as she looks at her reflection in the mirror. “You’re not going to spend the new year with me?” I question her and she takes a deep breath looking at my reflection in the mirror. I don’t care about the ball dropping, or the new year's parties, I just want to spend New Year's with her.
“I have to work Dyl, you know that,” she tells me, and I lose control. I throw her perfume against the wall smashing it into a thousand pieces, her eyes go wide, and she looks at me in fear. I never lose my cool like this, but with everything that is happening with Layla, I can’t just think about spending as much time with Savannah as I possibly can.
“I am sorry,” I say falling on my knees in front of her, her eyes are pooled with tears and I start to feel like
Jo POV“No, Mom, really, I don’t want to go out,” I say, as I rest my feet on the coffee table. That earns me a stern look from my mom. I raise an eyebrow taking a deep breath. I ignore her stare and focus my eyes on the recorded game of Hockey. I know my mom hasn’t moved as she stands next to me with her hands on her hips.“Fine,” I finally say giving in to the pressure of her stare. I stand up walking past her as my dad walks into the living room. “What happened?” He asks and I shrug walking past him and up the stairs. I can hear them talking but I avoid listening to their conversation because I know I will be the center of it. My sister is still in rehab but I am the one they worry about. I shake my head as I walk into my bedroom.I can’t believe I am doing this. I hate going out during New Year's. People get
Jo POVWhen I open my eyes I realize I didn’t close the dreadful curtains. The sun is shining through the window and I bury my head in the pillow to try and hide from the light shining through. Argh, I hate my life right now. My phone vibrates insistently next to me and in frustration, I press the answering call.“What?” I bark and I can hear a breath of relief on the other side. I frown pulling my head off of the pillow and looking at the name on the screen. Mom.“Where are you? I have been worried sick, you said you wouldn’t be late,” she says hysterically on the other side of the phone. What? I didn’t say anything like that.“I said I would be home early Mom, early in the morning,” I say trying to make a joke out of the situation but obviously is not work
Dylan POVI end the call and start typing the address straight away. It will take her around thirty-eight minutes to get here with the snow. I rush to get my pants on. I am a man on a mission, and my mission is to get Jo to stay, to be with me, to forget about everyone and everything. I do the buttons of my shirt and take the elevator down to the reception floor. As soon as I reach reception the girl smiles. “Mr. Ashford, how can I help?” She asks and I smile politely. “I need some room service please, I need the room to be cleaned asap, just the bed and the bathroom, and I need a bottle of your best champagne in ice, two glasses, some strawberries, an omelet with cheese, coffee for two, and some cakes,” I say and the girl looks at me frowning. “Sure, but all of our housekeeping staff are busy at the moment with departures rooms,” she says and I take a deep breath resting both my hands on the counter in front of me. Her eyes meet mine and I offer her my most charming smile. “Look…
Jo POVThe way the orgasm hits my body makes me wonder if I ever really experienced an orgasm before. My legs shake, my stomach turns, my walls contract and my brain goes foggy. Everything around me disappears and it’s just me and Dylan here. His hands touch every inch of my body while his tongue works its magic.No one has ever made me feel like this, his touch is addictive, and the tingling I feel makes my heart beat faster and my blood moves faster all over my body. Besides being funny, and kind, Dylan is a God in bed. Does he even have any flaws? Why is he so perfect? He is making it hard for me to hate him, to wish he would be away from me instead of inside of me.Dylan starts licking his way up to my breasts again, and I pull him up by the collar of his shirt. I start pulling on it and we manage to rip it off of his body. His chest is toned, he looks lik
Jo POV“I have to answer it,” I say as I try to escape Dylan’s arms that are keeping me in place.“No, don’t burst our bubble, come on,” he says and I can’t help but giggle at his face. He is pouting like a little kid while he tries to grab me while I escape the bed and grab my phone.“It’s my mom, we have been here for three days, she is probably worried,” I say as I bring the phone to my ear.“Hey Mom” I say and I can hear the relief in her voice on the other side.“Where are you? I have been worried sick, I even contacted the police” she starts saying I look at Dylan and I can tell by his facial expression that I might look horrified.&
Dylan POV“So? How was your time away?” Richard asks as I walk into his office with my hands in my pockets. I nod slightly and sit in front of him, crossing my legs. Richard is in a steady relationship with Layla. He is the only one that can give me advice about my love life, but I don’t even know how to tell him what I have been doing.“It was good,” I say, and he nods, focusing again on his laptop. He raises his eyes from time to time to focus on me. I am biting my nails like I used to when we were kids and I would do something that I knew I would get in trouble for.“Okay, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Richard asks and I take a deep breath, resting both my hands on my leg.“My life is a shit show,” I finally say, and Richard closes his laptop and rest
Jo POV“Mom?” I shout from the bathroom. Once again, I forgot to bring clean towels, and as my mom is a control freak and a clean maniac, she changes my towels every three days. She doesn’t reply, so I open the bathroom door and walk naked back into my room. When I close the door, I am faced with Greg sitting on my bed holding a picture of Layla.I grab my robe immediately covering myself as his eyes move up and down my body. I feel my stomach turn as he looks at me like I am a piece of meat. “Looking good,” he says, and I roll my eyes crossing my arms in front of my chest.“What do you want?” I ask, gathering courage I have no idea I had. He stands up and walks to me curling a strand of hair that has fallen off of my messy bun. I smack his hand away and he grabs my wrist pulling me closer to him.“Oh my little
Jo POVI wheel my bag through the airport. After passing airport security, I sit at the bar looking at the drinks menu. I think I need some liquid courage. I need something to make me relax. I have no clue what I am doing right now. I have nowhere to stay. Our house is gone, back to its owner, and all of my belongings are in storage.“Can I please have a martini?” I ask the bartender, that smiles and nods. He walks around the bar prepping my order and when he places the drink in front of me, I drain the glass in one go. He looks at me, raising an eyebrow and I smile, pointing at the glass while I shove the olive in my mouth.“Another one please,” I say, and he nods. When the second one is placed in front of me. I smile and give him the money for the two drinks, plus a tip. My phone is ringing and I look at the name. Layla. My heart beats fast