Dylan POV
“Excuse me, I need to freshen up,” Jo says as she stands up, and I follow her. I stand up, doing button of my jacket, watching as she blushes, looking at me. As I said, I was raised to treat women like queens. Joshua stands after he realizes what I have done and copies me.
“I need the restroom too,” I excuse myself following Jo down the restaurant towards the bathroom area. She walks into the lady's room, and I look both ways and notice no one is watching me. I stop her from closing the door and step inside, locking the door behind me. I can’t get caught with Jo in here, not while we both have dates outside.
She is the only woman that makes my blood boil more than Savanna, and I have to say that I find that intriguing. I have only met her twice. Once in the hospital and the second time at Layla’s house when I went to vis
Jo POV "Where are you going?" Layla asks me as she opens the door and finds me grabbing my jacket as I pull a suitcase behind me. I look at her shaking my head. "I'm going to see my parents for a couple of weeks," I say, and Layla frowns. "Mom wants me to spend Thanksgiving with them," I say, and she nods. Her eyes go sad, and I regret mentioning this to her. Her mother is a bitch, and her sister has been making things really difficult for her forever. "Have fun," she says, walking past me without even glancing at me. "Layla?" I say, and she stops walking, turning to face me and crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I know we had plans for Thanksgiving, but you have a boyfriend now, a man that kisses the floor you walk on. He is going to ask you to spend it with you, and I know you would say no because
Jo POV Waking up in my childhood room feels different, normal, and good. I roll to the side, looking out of the window, and I smile. I remember the boy that used to live across the road, and his name was Mark. He never liked me, always teasing me and making sure I never had fun when he was around. My mom used to say he was treating me like that because he had a crush on me. That’s so wrong to think that a boy mistreated a girl because he liked her. I roll on my back, resting both my hands on my stomach, and I close my eyes feeling the tears burning. Memories from my past come crashing, and I try to avoid them, but it’s been far too long, and they need to resurface. I had a boyfriend in high school. I thought he was it for me. So stupid. I had no clue what love was, and looking back, neither did he. **Memories** “Layla, I need you to do me a favor,” I tell my best friend, and she closes her book looking at me. She raises an eyebrow, and I take a deep breath looking both ways. The
Jo POV “What time is dad going to be home?” I ask my mom as I put on my jacket that is hanging by the back door in the kitchen. “He will be home around six. Where are you going?” she asks, and I smile at her doing the zipper of my jacket. It’s freezing outside. “I’m going to Mrs. Jackson’s farm,” I say, and mom smiles, nodding her head. I grab the keys for the truck and walk to mom, kissing her softly on the cheek. I walk out towards the truck, my temperamental truck. I have her since I was sixteen. I know that my dad is always on top of her, trying to get her to work, but sometimes she decides not to work properly. I start the engine and smile at the noise, and it’s familiar. I place both my hands on the steering wheel. “I missed you too, girl,” I whisper before I start driving. The drive to Mrs. J
Dylan POV“I will have the contract sent over tomorrow by lunchtime,” I say to Mr. Thompson, and he smiles. He almost looks like Santa Clause. His big white beard and white hair really make him look like a cheerful old man.“No rush; tomorrow is Saturday. No need to have people working extra hours because sure as hell I am not working tomorrow,” he tells me, and I can’t help but smile. The man is cheerful, and he is probably the nicest man I have ever met. I can’t see any resemblance between him and Jo. She is uptight and serious, and she is always trying to kill me with those big brown eyes.“I’ll have them done for Monday then,” I tell him, and he stands up, nodding.“That’s my boy,” he says, and honestly, if it was anyone else, I would&r
Dylan POV“You must be Dylan,” she tells me, and I nod, offering her one of my most charming smiles.“And you must be Mrs. Thompson,” I say, and it grants me a side look. I raise an eyebrow as I wasn’t expecting that.“I am Josie, Mrs Thompson was his mother,” she says with the most caring smile, and I can’t help but fall in love with her. I can see both of them in Jo, Josie’s brown eyes and freckles. “Would you like something to drink?”, Josie asks, and I smile politely.“Only if you’re offering”, I tell her, and it grants me a cute little laugh as she opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of orange juice.“We don’t drink alcohol in this house, so orange juice will have to do,” she tells me, and I nod politely. I don’t even remember the last time I had dinner without a glass of wine, but I can t
Jo POV“Challenge accepted,” I tell him, dropping my towel on my feet before walking out of the bathroom and into my room. I feel my heart beating so fast that I actually feel like it’s about to explode. How is this even possible? I hate the way he makes me feel. I hate how my body reacts to him and how he makes me feel bothered. I hate how my skin is burning, waiting for his touch.I open my closet and take out the simplest of the clothes. A pair of leggings and a crop top. I put my hair up into a ponytail, and as I walk out of the room, he opens the bathroom door. I ignore him and walk down the stairs scrolling through my phone and pretending to be messaging someone. I don’t have anyone to message. Layla is upset with me, and all of my other friends were Leo’s friends, and I honestly don’t want to talk to any of them.“So,
Jo POV“Do you need help with anything?” I ask my mom, that walks past me in the kitchen and shakes her head. “No, I am good, I just need you to get out of my kitchen,” mom says and I can’t help but smile. Mom did everything by herself for Thanksgiving. She never allowed any of us to help. I would love to know her secrets, but she said she will only tell them to me when I am married. At this rate, I will never know. At least Sissi has a boyfriend now. So hopefully it will work out and she will get the recipes. “Okay, let me know if you need anything”, I say over my shoulder as I walk into the living room where my dad is sitting down in front of the tv cradling a beer and watching hockey. I sit next to him, resting my feet on the coffee table, and he smiles, looking at me. “What was that? What is Ashford thinking?”, I ask raising both my hands up and Dad laughs. “You know this is recorded right?” Dad asks and I laugh. Yes, I know… I love Hockey, I grew up watching Hockey instead of
Jo POVI lock the door and start pacing around, moving my hands down my face, and I feel tears rolling down. I shake my head, trying to push away the memories, the pain. How? How is he here? He is a bad guy. How is he with Sissi? I guess her bad taste in man keeps coming back to bite her in the ass. I can’t believe this is happening.His name is Greg. Now I gave a name to match the face. A soft knock on the door brings me back to the present. I take a deep breath clearing the tears from my face even though I won’t be able to hide the puffiness and the red on my eyes.I open the door and immediately a hand collides with my mouth pushing me inside the bedroom and locking the door behind him. My eyes are wide, and I stop breathing as his evil eyes lock with mine. “Shhhh, don’t make a noise and I will move my hand” he whispers, and I nod my