Jo POV
Finally back in New York and in my own bed, I rest my head back on the pillow and close my eyes. These last few days have been my worst nightmare, first, Dylan shows up from nowhere, and then that Greg guy threatens me. I shove my arm over my eyes taking a deep breath. I don’t think I have any more tears to spill over this. I think that I am dry now.
I hear the front door closing and I know Layla is home now. But she doesn’t know I am back and I am going to keep it that way for a little while longer. I have my door closed and locked. I don’t want Layla worrying and asking questions, I don’t want her involved in this.
I turn around on the bed, resting on my side. Dylan is the first thought that pops into my head, how I wish he would kiss me again. No, what am I thinking? He is a playboy, everything I despise in a guy. I can’t do t
Dylan POVSavanna is traveling again, and I have to say I am relieved. I like being alone now. She makes so much noise and is always recording us. I barely see her face, and she always has her phone in front of it. I take a deep breath leaving comfortably against the headboard of the bed while I flick through different channels until I reach CNN. I put it louder before I get out of bed, resting both feet on the floor and stretching my arms above my head.I walk into the bathroom to have a shower and start my day, but the news catches my attention, and I look out at the screen. I shake my head as they only talk BS about the company. They have no clue what is really happening. I walk back into the bathroom, finishing to get ready.“Good morning,” I say to Alma as I take my place at the kitchen table. She smiles, placing my coffee in front of me. “New
Jo POVI feel like I am being watched, and I can feel every hair on my body rising. I look around, but I can’t see anyone. I start walking faster toward the apartment. The bags are heavy, but I can make it work. As soon as the building door closes behind me, I take a deep breath. I look back, but there’s no one there. I guess with everything that is going on, and my mind is just on overdrive. Nothing happening. Once inside the house, I get everything in the fridge. Being away from home makes the fridge empty, but at least now I can cook again. I walk back into the living room, and I hear something at the door. I frown.I can hear someone trying to open it. I look at my watch, and it’s too early for Layla to be home. Slowly so I wouldn’t make any noise, I walk to the door and peek through the magic eye, and I see him… Leo.. his eyes are bloodshot. He looks like he has aged ten years in the last few weeks.
Jo POVGetting into the car I see Richard’s daughter. The girl is beautiful. She is Richard’s female version. I didn’t even know that it was possible. Layla hugs her while she gives me a nasty look. Well, I am interrupting their plans after all. “What happened?” Mia asks looking at me and Layla waiting for someone to tell her why the hell I am here. To be honest, I would like someone to tell me that as well. I should go to a hotel. “Mia, this is my best friend in the entire world. This is Jo”, Layla tries to introduce us while she smiles, but all I get from the girl is a small nod. Brat. I never like entitled kids, and she is one. But this is not my place to say anything. “I’ve heard so much about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” I let out trying to sound casual and actually happy to meet her but again she only nods. Argh, teenagers are the worst. I kept my eyes out of the window watching as people walked around in the rain, some people running and others just casually w
Jo POV The flight home was quiet and peaceful. I can’t believe I was putting my tail between my legs, and I am running home to Mommy and daddy. Standing in the middle of the airport, watching people pass, has become somewhat normal for me. I take a deep breath, grab my bag and throw it over my shoulder while I pull my suitcase with my other hand. “Jo?” I hear someone call, and I frown, looking around, trying to find the source of the voice, and I find it. I can’t believe this is happening to me. “Becca,” I say as she walks to me with open arms and pulls me into an embrace. My bag falls on the floor, but she doesn’t even budge. I keep my hands on my things while she squashes me. I haven’t seen her since high school. “I heard you were living in New York. What brings you back home?” She asks as she grabs my bag and carries it to the airport bar. I take a deep breath, following her. The last thing I need right now is a meddling person in my life. “Yeah, I just needed a vacation,”
Dylan POV I throw my phone on the bed and start pacing around. Jo has her phone off, and I am starting to get worried. Richard told me about what happened and how scared the girls were. I have a meeting with our private detective today, and I am going to rip his fucking head off. How is it possible he didn’t find that excuse of a person, but he walks into Jo’s house unannounced? I shake my head. “Are you okay?” Savanna asks, resting her hand on my shoulder, but I move away from her. I can’t bear to be touched right now, and I need to figure out what the fuck is going on. Jo has gone back to her parent's house and had a huge argument with Layla. None of this makes any sense. The girl breathes New York, and she looks the part as well. “Okay, I don’t know what is wrong with you, but I need you to remove your head from your ass and give me some attention,” Savanna says, and I roll my eyes, shoving my hands into my pants pockets as I stare at her. “The world doesn’t revolve around y
Jo POV “I am working,” I tell my mom, that ignores what I just said and walks into my room with a tray in hand. I am in the middle of a conference call, having some training. She walks behind me, and my boss frowns. Great. Now he is going to know I am not in New York. Yes, I can work remotely, but not remotely from across the country. “Jo? Was that your mother?” My boss asks, and I nod. I bite my lower lip as he looks at me, and I smile. “She came to visit before the holidays,” I lie, and he nods, offering me a smile, and my mom looks at me as if I am the most terrible person in the world for lying. I wave her off, and she walks out of my room, allowing me to focus again on the matter at hand. When the meeting is over, and I am free, I throw my earphones on the desk and stand up, walking straight into the kitchen to find Becca sitting at the kitchen table talking to my mom. I stop near the door, and when her eyes meet mine, I can tell she has been crying. Becca clears the tears
Jo POV “Merry Christmas,” Dylan says as soon as I answer the phone. I smile at how excited he sounds. He sounds like a child on Christmas Day. I never heard his voice as excited as he is right now. “Merry Christmas,” I reply. I look at my reflection in the mirror and I take a deep breath. This is as good as it’s going to get. “What are you wearing?” Dylan asks, and I can’t help but smile. We have been talking on the phone every day since I called him, having that small panic attack. The time he calls me has definitely become the best part of my day. Every day, at the same time, we talk for hours, and I end up falling asleep with him on the phone. When I woke up, he hung up and went to his life, probably back to his girlfriend. “Perv,” I tell him while I laugh, and he laughs with me. I press the button to share the video with him, and to my surprise, he accepts it. His beautiful face and those dreamy blue eyes appear on the screen, making my legs shake and my breath catch. “Hey,
Hey everyone. This book will be updated again from the first of June. I am going to take a couple of weeks of holiday, and I will be traveling from the 24th to the 31st of May to celebrate my birthday with my family. I hope you are all enjoying Dylan and Jo as much as I am enjoying writing this book. Please leave reviews to help with the views and with the contest. the more views and reviews I get on my books bigger chances I have of winning contests and have my books featured longer on Good Novel's page. I hope you all understand and have a great end of May. I will see you all in June. Stay safe Love Peyton