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 “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“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

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 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