Dylan POVJo should be home by now. I have the tv on and I can see the reporters waiting outside my house for her; they are everywhere. Fucking vultures. I know I work for the biggest media company in the country and this is what we do, but when we are the ones in the spotlight, things change.To be fair, our reporters know boundaries and it is in our policy not to invade their privacy unless we are invited to, we don’t go chasing people just to get the best photo of the new hot celebrity in a bikini after having a tummy tuck. That’s not who we are.“Dylan, do you want some tea?” Alma asks as she witnesses me pacing around the living room like a fucking lunatic.“I think I need something a little stronger,” I say and she shakes her head, placing her hands on her hips.“Alcohol will solve nothing,” she scolds me and I nod. I guess she is right. It will not solve anything, but it sure as hell will help

Dylan POV We walk through the double doors to find Fred on his phone pacing around the foyer. He raises an eyebrow and then walks deeper into the house to get out of earshot. I watch as his body is tense, and he looks like he is about to explode. Whatever is happening there is not good. Jo holds my hand as I guide her back into the little sitting room we were in earlier. Mom is sitting with her glasses resting on the tip of her nose while my dad is sitting on the other side of the couch reading the newspaper. I stop walking as I wasn’t expecting him to be there. I take a deep breath and kiss Mom on the top of the head while Jo smiles and gives Mom an air kiss. I shake my head slightly because I will never understand the air kiss thing. “Dylan my boy, how are you?” Dad asks and Jo squeezes my hand and I take a deep breath, looking at the old man. I feel like shouting at him through the top of my lungs, but I control myself and shake his hand without gi

Jo POV It’s been three days since we got here and Dylan is looking a lot more relaxed and even I feel much better. It’s like everything that happens in New York doesn’t matter here. People don’t really care about the big and famous the big city. “Are you ready?” I ask as I walk back into the guest room where Dylan has been sleeping, and I have been sneaking in every night. “Almost,” he says as he puts his shoes on. He looks so good with normal clothes and not his tailored suits. Don’t get me wrong, one pair of his denim trousers probably cost more than my entire wardrobe, but he looks relaxed with his plaid shirt and dark blue denim pants. Dylan pulls me into his arms and I can’t help but squeal as he kisses my neck, making me giggle. “Stop, come on, my dad will hear us,” I say, but Dylan doesn’t seem to care, especially when he closes the door with his foot pressing my back against it. “We’re gonna get caught,” I whisper between kisses while Dylan undoes the button from my pants

Jo POV Dylan closed all the windows, not allowing me to lookout., I realised we were not in New York. The flight took longer than what it would take for new York. But I decided not to question him. He looks so lost and I feel like his heart is so broken that I wish I knew what to do. “Are you ready for this?” Dylan asks me and I nod as he holds my hand while we walk down the stairs that connect the private jet to the airport. Once outside, Dylan talks to the pilot while our things are brought out of the jet. He looks so confident when he is around other people, but when it’s the two of us, he looks broken. A minibus stops in front of us, and Dylan holds my hand, guiding towards it. The door opens and my eyes go wide and I squeal in happiness when I see Layla, Fred, Richard, and even Jude inside. “Welcome to your bachelorette party bus,” Dylan says as Jude, Fred, and Richard leave the bus, and I look around, not really understanding what is going on. “What?” I say, but I don’t even

Jo POV Dylan holds my hand while we wait to be called into the ballroom. “How are you feeling?” He asks me and I look at him before I look at the double door again and smile. “Nervous, but very happy. How did you pull this off?” I ask and he looks at me. I turn around to face him and he places both his hands on my face and kisses me slowly. I close my eyes, allowing him to savor the moment. “I didn’t pull anything off. I was with you the entire time. This is all Layla,” he tells me, and I smile. The double doors open and I can hear someone announce us. “Mr. And Mrs. Ashford” My heart beats fast as we walk into the room with round tables and everyone standing while they clap. I smile as Dylan tightens his grip on my hand. “Ladies and Gentleman, the first dance,” someone says and Dylan pulls me towards him as he wraps his arms around my waist. I wrap both my arms around his neck as we sway to the sound of Extreme more than words. I smile as I rest my head against his chest. When th