Paige’s POV It was already midnight and Callan had just finished giving me all the details about his family and life. I still couldn’t believe he was serious about not fucking me after such a foreplay and I kept mentally scolding myself that Callan was right about stopping things. “So, you got all that, right?” “Yeah. If I’m ever to marry you, I have to watch out for your evil witch mother, your backstabbing aunts Ava, Sheila and Kate, your uncle Gregory, the maniac, avoid letting your snob father get to me, watch whatever I have to sign, watch what I do and say in public, and never let take any food or drink from any of your cousins if I don’t want to get drugged.” “Damn you’re smart.” “I’m horny. That’s what I am. Now, good night. I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.” “Night. I’m just as horny as you, you know. I’m dying inside. I’m physically hurting. But I have to respect you.” I laughed as I closed the door without looking back at him. Gwen looked so peaceful as she
Callan’s POV Paige Miller lay on the couch totally knocked out. I fixed the buttons of her blouse. I sighed at the sight of her scar, and covered her legs with a blanket from my room before going to mine, locking it. Why, man? She was practically Katnis, screaming ‘I volunteer as tribute!’. I can’t. I have to make her realize I was honest about being serious. I’m not giving her an excuse to hate me or blame me for some one time sex. Paige Miller is going to be mary me, and the sooner she trusts me, the sooner I can fuck her anytime, anywhere and however I like. Forever. Good plan, right? Yeah, yeah. Good thing you kept your sicko cousin’s spiking drug. I chuckled thinking about Regis' pills and how I told him my women preferred it if they're awake. Never thought I would ever had to use it. I shut my brain off and proceeded to check my emails while lying on my bed. Paige and I were going back to work in the morning and I wanted to inform Darla to tell everyone that Paige was not to
Paige’s POV The flowers looked gorgeous and my heart raced thinking how sweet he was to remember when I told him that my dad used to give me flowers after I got sick. I looked over to his office again and was confused why he looked enraged. I opened the letter and read the note. I'm glad you're better now, beautiful. You don't know me, but I saw you at my father's company. I'd love to have dinner sometime. -Warren Grimes. "Wow. Warren Grimes? He's so hot." Macy said as she read the note from over my shoulder. "Paige. Callan wants to see you in his office." "Okay, Darla." "Hey. Are you guys dating?" Andrea asked. "What? No. He keeps hitting on me. And I'm just thankful he didn't fire me when he found out about Gwen." "Oh yeah. We'd love to meet her." Darla said, smelling my flowers. "Of course. Gwen would love that too. Okay, I better go see what the boss needs." "Probably jealous that somebody gave you flowers." Bridgete said and they all laughed except for her. I wan
Paige’s POV “Are you okay?” Callan turned to face me, his hands on my shaking shoulders. Everyone started getting up from the floor, dusting their clothes. I looked into Callan’s eyes and held back my tears. “No. I can’t believe I just did that. I’m so sorry, everyone. I put us all in such a dangerous situation.” “Don’t be sorry, Paige. Never be sorry about standing up to that jerk. Gosh I wish I’d done that a long time ago.” Darla said and everyone murmured in agreement. “We’ve been there, done that. Last time it was—.” “That’s enough! Get back to work, all of you.” Callan shouted, cutting Andrea off. I could still feel myself shaking so I ran toward the restroom. We could have died. Someone could have died because of me. What was I thinking; acting out of anger? My brain didn’t argue for once and I stared at myself in the mirror. I wiped my tears away and blew my nose, telling myself everything was going to be fine. I was feeling calmer when Callan suddenly came in and lock
Callan’s POVHer face pulled away from mine a few seconds during our kiss. “OUCH.” Paige winced and turned around to grab hold of a woman’s hand. I shouted for her to let go as I began to pry her hands open, but she pulled Paige’s hair harder dragging her backwards. “Are you crazy!” I shouted. She let go and looked at me like she just came out of a trance. Paige rubbed the back of her head while glaring at the woman.“He belongs to me! He’s mine! He loves me!” The young woman threw herself at Paige again, but Paige was quick enough to slap her face the other way. “Why Callan? Why? I gave you everything. I gave you my virginity. My daddy hates me now. Why would you marry her? I’m the one for you! You said that to me last night when we made love!”“I don’t even know you!” I shouted back at the woman who dramatically knelt on the floor and cried. “Paige. I swear. I haven’t been out of your sight since the incident.”“Get up. I’m sorry for slapping you.” Paige suddenly broke her silen
Paige’s POV11 years agoNew Jersey, USAThe crowd was wild. Our high school had won their 5th consecutive football championship and Isaac was at the center of it all. My quarterback. I ran to him and he lifted me in his arms, twirling me around like his best trophy. Everyone cheered for us. “I love you, Paige. I’ll love you until my very last breath. I’ll love you no matter what.” “I love you too, Isaac. Forever, no matter what. I have something to tell you later, okay?”“What is it?”“Later. After dinner at your place. Your mom invited us.” “Really? Yeah. My whole family.” “That’s new. And weird. But about time, too. After all, once we graduate we will go off to NYU and go through college together. I’ll play pro after graduation and you’re going to be the best writer in the world. We’ll travel all over and be together all the time.”“And what about kids?” I said as my tears fell. “What kids?” he chuckled then turned serious. “Hey. Why are you crying?” “Isaac I’m…I’m…I’m pregna
Paige’s POV I remember all the times I’ve fucked, made love to and all the men I’ve ever slept with. There were ten of them, including my history professor in my sophomore year in college, whom I only slept with because he brought out my Professor Langdon obsession. They were all great in bed. They all pleasured me. But none of them compared even an inch to Callan Montgomery Holden the third. The man was a maniac. He wanted me to scream and moan with pleasure and beg him to let me cum. I’ve never been the one to orgasm more than once or if I was lucky, twice, but with Callan, it was a whole new fucking world. “Please. Don’t stop! It feels so gooood.” I said in between moaning. “I’m going crazy. It's too much.” “Oh darling, there’s no such thing as too much pleasure. Besides, you're still so wet. I want you to cum as many times as you can, you hear me?” He commanded as he pulled my hair while I arched my body toward him. His other hand was on my left breast playing with my nipple. H
Callan’s POVGlass shattered on my office floor and I instantly regret losing my temper. I ran my fingers through my hair, apologizing to Paige who seemed to be in a state of shock. “Darla. Tell my PR team to fix this STAT or I’m fucking killing someone.”“Might be better not saying those kinds of things for now, Cal.” Mr. Oliver, one of my most trusted and oldest lawyers, said calmly. Everyone outside took a peek at what was going on. Luckily, Darla was fast enough to close the blinds. “Fuck this! Where is that fucking bitch? I’m going to kill her with my bare hands.”“Why are you so mad if none of this is true?” Paige said softly, almost whispering. The doubt and anger in her voice made me want to smash something else. I never knew a woman could hurt me so much. “Oh come on, Paige. Don’t be naive. True or not, this affects us. More importantly, it’s going to affect Gwen at school. And I fucking can’t stand that. I’m supposed to be protecting the two of you—not be the reason for y
Paige's POVCallan threw my phone across the room, and it smashed against the mirror, shattering it into pieces."Are you crazy? Why did you do that?" I shouted, the words echoing in the quiet."Fuck him! He's not taking you away from me. Not Gwen! Not you!" Callan snapped back, shoving my hands off his arm as he stormed out of the bathroom, wearing only his boxers. The chill in the room bit at my exposed skin, and I felt my whole body trembling. I picked my phone up, my heart sinking as I read the already opened message: I'm filing for sole custody. He doesn’t deserve to be around Gwen, Paige or you for that matter. If you don't want to lose Gwen, choose to be with me.I rushed out, looking for Callan, my footsteps almost soundless on the carpeted floor. When I found him, he was already in his study, the room dim except for the cold blue light of his phone. He was on a call, his voice low but filled with an edge."Callan, stop. Who is that?" I demanded, but he ignored me, continuing
Callan’s POV “Really? You’re going to leave me just like that?” “If you’re going to slowly throw your life away with drugs and alcohol? Yes. I will, Cal. Have you been lying all this time about being sober and never using that?” “Yes! You got me! I lied! I lied, Paige! That’s all you think of me now, anyway! You have no idea what I’m going through. Just when everything was getting back to normal this fucking shit happens!” All my blood rushed to my head and all I wanted was to scream so loud, but Paige beated me to it. “I don’t care about the video! You don’t have to take drugs and get drunk because you’re upset about it!” I felt the pain in her voice, but couldn’t bring myself to hear her just yet. I held on tighter to the blue pills on my palm, my fist shaking with rage. “Upset? I’m not upset! I’m so fucking mad at her, I want to kill her, Paige! Gwen is going to get bullied for this again.” “Gwen will be devastated if you hurt yourself because of this. How about we go on
Paige’s POVI took the phone from him and dropped it as soon as I saw the video. I felt the bitterness of bile rising up my throat and ran toward the rest rooms. Callan ran after me and kept knocking at the stall I managed to lock before emptying the most expensive dinner I’ve ever had. “Paige. You have to know that wasn’t me!””She grabbed your ass at the airport! Maybe you fucked her in the plane, huh?””Paige! Open this door right now! That wasn’t me! I never even touched her!”“You hugged her at the airport!”“NO! She suddenly hugged me and grabbed my ass. And I fucking pushed her! She’s just trying to get back at me for calling her a brat tonight.” “Then how do you explain the fucking video, Callan?”“I could think of a million explanations! Deepfake… A look alike? Jericho’s fucking sex robots? That’s it! It must be the robots. I’m calling him right now!” He said and the banging on my stall door stopped.I thought about all that he said and decided to open the door. I gargled us
Paige’s POVMy Callan is truly back, brain.You can say that again. Man, the amount of sex you guys are having, I’m surprised your hooha is still okay.It sure is a bit sore, but nothing a hot bath can fix. Besides, I don’t want him to think anything bad if I ever say no to his advances.”Hey, beautiful. Can you please stop talking to your brain, now?” Callan chuckled as he held my chin pulling me back to reality. It was a beautiful day and we decided to eat breakfast with Gwen out under the sun. She however, took two bites of her toast and drank her OJ and left us, rushing for school. ”I wasn’t.” I lied and giggled when he rolled his eyes. “I love this. I love having breakfast with you out here in our garden.””Me too and I’m excited to go with you to work today.””Actually, about that. I’d rather you go pamper yourself the whole day coz we’ve been invited to a party tonight at 6.””But—.””No buts, Paige. I want you to feel your best tonight.””Okay. But I’d really rather be with
Paige’s POVI read Callan’s reply and looked at the back. I see him standing among the other late people in the crowd. He winked and waved at me and I had to smile. Better late than never they always say, right brain?Yup. I just hope he’s sober.My phone vibrated again and when I checked it was Callan telling me to stop talking to my brain about whether he was drunk or not and that he’d just stay at the back to not draw attention to his magnificentness and ruin the play. I sent him laughing emojis. My heart swelled with joy and I felt all sorts of tingles all over my body by how much he knew me. See? You two weirdos are perfect for each other. Okay. Bye brain. We have to focus on Gwen’s play now. Gwen looked beautiful and I never knew how good she was at acting until now. I looked around at the gym one more time and felt so proud everyone was looking at her with awe.After the play ended and the kids lined up on the stage to take their bow, Callan suddenly ran and climbed up, giv
Paige’s POVHolden Estate, Manhattan 6 months after the Hospital Shooting“Where are you? I'm all dressed up.”“Paige. I'm so sorry. There was an emergency board meeting and now I'm on my way to Chicago to solve the problem. I'm really sorry, my love.”“Oh.” I said, trying hard to sound like he didn’t just break my heart again. “It's okay. But you're coming back tomorrow, right? Gwen’s play starts at 6.”“I know. I’ll fly back tonight right after I sort things out there. Okay? I love you so much. I'm really sorry about this, Paige.”“I love you too, Callan. Goodnight.” I hang the phone up before I let myself cry. It's been months of the same conversation. He's cheating. Stop it, brain. I told you this was all too good to be true. It's not. He loves me. Only me. Then why are you so scared to check all the social media? I told my brain to stop convincing me Callan’s having an affair. A gust of wind blasted the balcony door open and immediately pulled me back to the shooting. Mig
Callan’s POV“It’s called survivor’s guilt, Callan. You have to listen to my advice if you want to move forward with your life. Most of all, you have to stop taking alcohol with the medications I gave you.”I could hear my therapist talking, but half of my mind was thinking about Maya. She was all alone in a room stuffed all over with white foam. Even her bed rails had foam covers.“Hi, Maya. Can you hear me? God. I fucked up, Maya. I’m so sorry. Please…Maya, come back.”I held her hand, but she just stared at me. She just sat there on her bed and kept staring at me. Her face is devoid of any emotion as if her mind was empty. I looked at the nurse who smiled sympathetically while shaking her head. “Callan? Did you hear what I said?”“What?” I said, looking at my therapist who had come back into my view. “Yeah. Sorry doc. I was just thinking about my visit with Maya earlier. “Dr. Leonard is working almost 24/7 with her, Callan. He’s hopeful he’ll get her through her trauma. You have
Callan’s POV“Callan. Hmm. That feels so good, babe.” Paige said as she stared from underneath me. I closed my eyes and thrusted harder and faster, almost feeling my release. When I opened my eyes again to look at her beautiful face, she was gone and I wasn’t on top of her. I was back in the ICU hallway holding the gun against Miguel’s forehead. He begged me to let him go, but I felt my finger pull back the trigger. The sound of the gun firing woke me up. My eyes bolted open and my chest rose up and down. Paige was fast asleep beside me. I’m so sorry, Miguel. If having nightmares forever is my punishment I’ll accept it and more. I’m sorry for killing you.Technically your mom killed him. You really have to forgive yourself. None of what happened is your fault. Who knew your mom was off her meds for months?Shut up, brain. It was my fault for choosing Brazil. It was my fault for not stopping my mother. I was his big brother and I failed him. I failed dad. But you can’t do anything ab
Paige’s POVThe 9 hour flight was the longest I’ve ever taken in my life. What’s worse was Callan couldn’t calm down and kept drinking. I told him he shouldn’t in case he needed to donate blood for his dad, but he shocked me saying rich people have their own blood banks and even donate a huge monthly amount of money for stem cell research in the hopes of helping scientists achieve the formula for immortality. “For organ transplants there’s the black market, but dad has been an advocate in helping the authorities stop that evil business.” Callan said, sighing. He looked out the window but there was nothing but darkness. I held his cheeks in my hands, forcing him to face me. He closed his eyes and cried.“You and your dad have been so close these past few months, so don’t beat yourself up. Your dad will be fine. The doctor told aunt Helen he’s unconscious but stable.”“I just don’t want to lose him, Paige. Especially now that I’ve just met Miguel.”“I know, my love. I know. It’s all