Jo POV
I 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
Jo POVI pull the jacket closer to my body while my Mom and dad stand in front of me against the wall waiting for the doctor to come out and tell us how Sissi is doing. I look at my phone and notice three missed calls and two text messages. Dylan is gone clingy today, but I ignore them and place my phone back into the jacket’s pocket.My mom’s face is red and puffy, while my dad looks dead serious. He looks deep in thought while he keeps her in his arms. My dad has always been the rock that keeps us going. The man is strong, but when someone messes with his kids, he becomes deadly.“Mr. And Mrs. Thompson?” The doctor says as he walks past the double doors. We all stand up, and he looks at us with a sympathetic smile.“Cecilia is okay, and no damage was done to her brain. Do you know for how long she has been using drugs?” H
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