Hailey's POV Paxton’s sleek black car pulled up in front of the most luxurious restaurant in the city, and my stomach churned as I stepped out. The restaurant's grand entrance glowed warmly against the darkening sky, its golden lights and immaculate glass doors. I wasn’t sure why Paxton had brought me here for *this talk* he kept hinting about, but the anxious feeling in my chest told me it wasn’t going to be anything simple. We were seated at a table near the window, where the city’s lights sparkled in the background, but I tried to calm my nerves. The waiter came by to take our orders, and I could barely look him in the eye. My fingers fidgeted with the edge of my napkin, but I couldn’t focus on anything. Paxton was quiet, his face unreadable. The silence between us felt thick, almost suffocating, like we were standing on opposite sides of a cliff, waiting to see who would jump first. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Ugh… so…” I mumbled, hoping he’d take the hint to start ta
Hailey's POV As I stepped into the school gates, Paxton’s offer weighed heavily on my mind, replaying like a broken record. My feet slowed and I froze. His voice, his demand—everything kept rushing back, making my head spin. What was I about to do? "Are you okay?" Mia asked, brushing her hand against mine. I glanced at her and Jessy. With them beside me, I had nothing to fear... right? They had no idea the storm I was caught up in. "We’ll catch you later after Physics, okay?" Jessy said, giving me a knowing look, probably noticing how distracted I was. "Yeah, sure. I’ll meet you after." I forced a smile as they left. I needed to clear my head, so I headed straight to the library. The quiet, the smell of old books, and the soft hum of the air conditioning would help calm my nerves, or so I thought. I had barely sat down when a hand tapped my shoulder. My breath hitched as I turned. Paxton. Of course, it had to be him. Just seeing him made my chest tighten. Without a word, he h
Hailey POV This chapter is strictly Rated 18+! “Mmhmm.” Paxton sits back in his chair and looks at me. “And you're wearing a lingerie.” I glance down at my clothes. “It’s meant nothing, just an underwear.” “Is it?” He moves, fast as a snake, and grabs the bottom of the bed, dragging me to the corner of the table, until my knees bump into his legs under the table and our chairs almost touch. He casually shifts to flip up my skirt, displaying my white panties. “Doesn’t look like you’re wearing a lingerie right now.” My skin heats and I nibble my bottom lip. “That’s because I’m not.” “Spread your legs.” I force myself to hesitate even though I want to do exactly as he commands. “Paxton,” I murmur. “We shouldn’t.” He looks over my shoulder in the direction of my phon and switched it off, understanding flashing across his handsome features. “I just want to look, Hailey that's all.” I move haltingly, bracing my hands on the chair behind me and slowly spreading my thighs. It takes a l
Rated 18+ Hailey's POV I move my fist as a counterpoint to the way he fucks my mouth, driven on by his low curses and moans. He looks pained as he stares down at me. “Jesus Christ, Hailey. Sweet fuck, suck me harder. I’m close.” I obey. I’m helpless to do anything but exactly what he wants me to. When he comes, I swallow him down, sucking his cock even as his grip loosens and it’s more like he’s hanging on for support than trying to hold me in place. He finally drags me off his cock with a curse and watches me with an almost strained expression as I lick my lips. “You might not be the only one who dies from fucking.” He pulls me to my feet and kisses me hard. We taste like each other, like the dirtiest kind of fucking, like the promise of more. He finally releases me and tucks his cock back in his pants, but the way his gaze skates over me says he’s considering another plan of attack. “Seeing you in that tiny skirt and knowing I can slip my hand under it whenever I want is addicti
Hailey's POV As soon as I got home, I slammed the door behind me, my heart still racing from everything that had just happened. **Oh, Hailey!** I mentally scolded myself. **You swore you wouldn’t have sex with him again, yet here you are—again.** The memory of Paxton’s touch lingered, sending a shiver down my spine, and I groaned inwardly. Jessy poked her head around the corner, a bright smile on her face. “Here, I made chicken sauce and rice for us,” she said, offering me a plate. Her enthusiasm contrasted sharply with the chaos swirling in my mind. “Thanks,” I muttered, taking the plate without much thought. “So,” Mia said, her voice rising with curiosity, “how did the plan go?” Her eyes sparkled as she leaned in, clearly expecting some grand revelation. I forced a smile, trying to play it cool. “It went well... nothing much.” My words felt flat, but I didn’t want them to know how rattled I really was. I hurriedly finished my food, barely tasting it. My mind was still back at P
Hailey’s POV** The day I’d been dreading and anticipating had finally arrived. It was the first day of my internship practice—basketball team—and of course, the date with Paxton. A date I wasn't even sure I wanted, yet here I was, wrapped in nervous energy. What was I thinking? Going on a date with him after everything that happened? But… I couldn’t help the fluttering excitement mixed with fear in my chest. Grinning as my phone buzzed loudly beside my pillow, I reached for it, my heart already hammering in my chest. Paxton's name flashed across the screen, and I couldn’t help but swallow a lump of anxiety before answering. "Hi," I said, trying to keep my voice steady and soft, careful not to wake Mia or Jessy, who were still peacefully asleep. "Meet me outside your gate. I’ll be there in a few minutes, babe. Hop in when you’re ready," Paxton's voice was deep, confident—too confident. I nodded, already stepping into the dress I’d laid out the night before. I glanced at myself in
Hailey's POV As the pool's lights shimmered across the water, Paxton's grin sent shivers down my spine. "It's not boring while you're here, babygirl," he whispered, his voice low and teasing. His hand moved with deliberate slowness, fingers grazing the fabric of my swimsuit, pressing against my pussy. I bit my lip, trying not to let out any sounds, but it was hard to resist the warmth of his touch. I stole a glance at him, my heart racing. He was still only in his swim trunks, and I couldn’t help but notice the growing bulge pressing against the thin fabric. The sight of him turned on, that bulge so clear, sent a jolt of excitement through me. I couldn't help myself—I reached down, my hand wrapping around his cock, hard as a rock beneath my grip. His sharp intake of breath only fueled my desire. The people in the pool started to leave, one by one. I glanced around, confusion filling me as the once-crowded area slowly emptied. "What the hell is going on?" I asked, still stroking his
Hailey’s POV** After freshening up, Paxton and I strolled to the other side of the park. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the adventure park as we made our way to the swings. Paxton, of course, insisted on paying for everything—tickets, drinks, and all the fun activities we’d done so far. The swing ride had been exhilarating. With the wind whipping through my hair, I actually felt... carefree for the first time in days. We even tried horse riding, laughing and teasing each other as our horses trotted side by side. For a while, it felt like nothing else mattered. But the day wasn’t over. Paxton led me to a cozy restaurant nearby. The smell of spices and freshly cooked food made my stomach growl as we took our seats. We ordered chicken stock pepper soup and plates filled with steaming beef. I couldn’t wait to dig in. As I started eating, though, I noticed Paxton suddenly stop mid-bite. He wasn’t eating, just watching me with this strange look in his eyes. His fork hover
**Hailey’s POV** When the jewelry was found in Emily’s possession, my heart froze. It felt as though the ground beneath me had opened up, threatening to swallow us whole. Emily? My sweet little Emily, the child who could barely keep her room tidy, now being accused of stealing something so precious? I wanted to believe this was all a mistake, a cruel misunderstanding that would soon be resolved. But as the store attendant held up the gleaming necklace, its brilliance mocking my disbelief, the reality of the situation hit me like a sledgehammer. The murmurs from onlookers grew louder, each whisper slicing through my fragile composure. “Why?” I muttered under my breath, staring at Emily as though searching for answers in her wide, tear-filled eyes. “Why would you do this, Emily?” “I didn’t, Mommy!” she cried, her voice trembling with fear. “I just wanted to look at it, I swear! I didn’t mean to—” “Enough!” the attendant snapped, her voice sharp and unforgiving. She snatched th
Hailey’s POV I wouldn’t lie—I was fuming. The nerve of Paxton, ordering me to pick up his clothes on a weekend of all times, especially knowing it was my daughter’s birthday. I had made it clear when I took the job as his personal assistant that weekends were off-limits unless it was an emergency. And this? This was no emergency; this was a power play. The way he dismissed me during the call, cutting me off before I could even explain how important today was, made my blood boil. Was this his way of getting back at me? For what? Something I’d done years ago? Something recent? I couldn’t figure it out, but the bitterness in his tone was unmistakable. Still, I didn’t have much of a choice. Emily deserved a happy birthday, and if swallowing my pride meant keeping my job to provide for her, then so be it. “Emily, darling, go to Auntie Jessie,” I said, plastering on a smile to mask my frustration. “She’ll help you get dressed, okay? Mommy has to take care of something really quickly,
**Hailey's POV** The sun streamed into my bedroom, casting a golden glow across the room as I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. My mind wandered to eight years ago—a day filled with both excruciating pain and immense joy. I had fought tooth and nail to bring my daughter into this world. I smiled at the memory, my eyes misting slightly as pride swelled in my chest. My baby girl wasn’t a baby anymore. She was growing into a smart, curious, and wonderful young lady. Today, she turned eight—a milestone that felt like it came too fast. I turned away from the mirror, wiping a tear that escaped, and walked over to wake her up. She was still bundled under the covers, her small face peeking out as she slept soundly. " Emily, my love, wake up," I said softly, brushing a few strands of hair from her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked sleepily at me. "Mom?" she mumbled, her voice laced with drowsiness. "Happy birthday, sweetheart!" I said, grinning wi
**Hailey’s POV** I stood there, rooted to the bathroom tiles, my heart hammering so loud I was sure Paxton could hear it. His piercing gaze burned into me, a mixture of frustration and something else I couldn’t quite name—pain, maybe? His words echoed in my head, bouncing off the walls of my uncertainty. Why didn’t I tell him about my daughter? The question lingered in the air, suffocating me. I wanted to run. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to turn and bolt, but my feet refused to cooperate. My hands trembled as I clutched my dress, the fabric bunched in my fingers like a lifeline. What could I say? The truth? That the little girl he had no idea existed was his? Or should I lie? Tell him some fabricated story about a nonexistent relationship to push him away? But then he asked again, his voice softer this time but no less intense. "Hailey, why didn’t you tell me? Are you trying to hide her from me?" I swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. My lips parted, but no so
**Hailey’s POV** I couldn’t believe this was happening. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure everyone could hear it, but I stayed perfectly still, frozen against the cold tiles of the wall as Paxton’s broad frame shielded me from view. The sharp sound of Audrey’s laughter grated on my nerves, and I bit my lip, fighting the urge to cry out in frustration. It was all her doing. Of course, it was Audrey. I should’ve known. The way she always found little ways to make my life miserable had become her twisted hobby. The orange juice "accident," the conveniently swapped bathroom signs—it all made sense now. Paxton shifted slightly, his muscles tense as he peered through the small crack in the door. His jaw was set, his expression unreadable, but the way his hand hovered protectively near me spoke volumes. "Do you need something?" he asked coolly, opening the door just enough to face them. His voice was steady, but I could feel the tension radiating off him. Audrey’s voice came
**Audrey’s POV** When I saw Hailey in the hospital today, my heart filled with a mix of satisfaction and regret. I had been the one to insist she come to collect her things. If I had known Paxton would be here today for his training, I would never have done it. Paxton was preparing for a major competition, and while I always imagined he played with me in mind, today it was different. His focus wasn’t on me. It was on her. The way his eyes lit up when she entered, how his movements on the field became sharper, more precise—it was as if her presence inspired him. My chest tightened, a bitter jealousy clawing at me. Who was she to him? A nobody. A poor, insignificant girl who had no right to steal his attention from me. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. I wouldn’t let her win. When she was about to leave, I cornered her. My voice was icy, laced with a venom I didn’t bother to conceal. “Don’t you dare step foot in this hospital again. You’re not welcome here.”
**Hailey’s POV** After Audrey’s call, I felt a heavy weight pressing on my chest. The thought of stepping foot in the hospital filled me with dread, but I had no choice. I needed my belongings. I prayed silently, hoping I wouldn’t run into Paxton. The last thing I needed was another confrontation or, worse, awkward small talk. When I arrived at the hospital, I slipped through the back door and entered the kitchen. The staff were busy, thankfully too occupied to notice me. My heart pounded as I stuffed my belongings into a small bag, my hands trembling. I needed to get out of here fast. As I exited through the back door, I decided to take the corridor by the Vipers’ basketball court. It seemed quieter, safer. But just as I was about to leave, my gaze unintentionally landed on the court. There he was—Paxton. He was playing basketball, his movements fluid and confident. His jersey clung to his body, damp with sweat, and his sharp features were illuminated by the overhead lights
**Hailey’s POV**I couldn’t help but feel a knot tighten in my stomach as I watched my friend, Jenny, drink from my wine glass. Her boldness, her determination to make me see things differently, was something I’d always admired—and yet, tonight, it felt as though she were digging into wounds I wasn’t ready to open.“Sweetie,” Jenny said, her voice soft but laced with concern. “Why are you trying to punish yourself like this? You don’t have to keep drowning your sorrows in that glass.”I looked at her, my mind foggy from the wine and from everything that had happened earlier. My heart felt like it was in a constant state of turmoil, and Jenny’s voice felt like the only thread connecting me to the present. But the truth was, I didn’t know what I was doing anymore."I can't forget him, Jenny," I murmured, almost in disbelief. The words tasted bitter, but they were real. “I can’t forget Paxton. Every time I close my eyes, I see him, I hear his name, and my heart starts beating faster.” I
Hailey’s POV I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It felt like my life was spiraling into chaos, a never-ending drama I couldn't escape. One minute, I was absorbing the shock of the century, and the next, I heard the unexpected news: Boston was coming to the hospital. What was happening? Why was everything so unpredictable? I had no time to process it. And then I saw him again, but this time, he was standing next to Audrey, proposing to my boss.As if that wasn’t enough, the next thing I saw was Boston wearing a wedding ring around his neck. It seemed like some kind of remembrance, a keepsake. My heart pounded in my chest, struggling to keep up with the madness around me. What did it all mean? Why was he doing this? I could feel the panic creeping in, making my breathing shallow.But then, everything seemed to take a horrifying turn when I saw my daughter in the hospital. The world around me slowed down, like I was submerged in thick fog. I couldn't comprehend what was happening. An