The Billionaire's Widow

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Hailey’s POV

I woke up next to Paige, her body curled slightly toward mine, her face relaxed and angelic in sleep. She looked so peaceful… so beautiful. I couldn't help but smile. These moments with her were the kind that made everything else fade away.

"I love you," I whispered and gently pressed a kiss to her lips before slipping out of bed.

After a quick shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and stepped back into the room—only to find her awake, eyes lazily watching me.

“Good morning, my love,” I said, walking to her with a smile.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Her voice was thick with sleep, but her smirk was playful. “I thought you promised not to leave me again.”

I giggled. “You were sleeping, and I wanted to shower before making us breakfast.”

She breathed in deeply. “Mmm… you smell so good in my body wash.”

I blushed as she sat up, pulled me close, and kissed me—slowly, deeply, like she hadn’t kissed me in years.

“I think I want a different kind of breakfast today,” she whispered, undoing my towel.

Clears throat.

She leaned forward, her mouth finding the sensitive skin of my neck, kissing and sucking until I felt her leave another mark. I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut, lips parted as my breath hitched. My body tensed as she pushed me back onto the bed and slid down between my legs.

“Fuck,” I whispered, already trembling as her tongue teased my clit with slow, deliberate strokes.

“I fucking love you,” I moaned as she continued playing with my clit, making my head spin. My hands clenched the duvet, knuckles whitening from the intensity.

Then her tongue slid inside me, deep and warm. My back arched. I could feel my walls clenching around her. “Shit,” I gasped, the pleasure building quickly.

“Paige!” I whimpered, covering my mouth as she rubbed my clit with her fingers, her tongue still working inside me. That familiar wave rushed through me, electric and overwhelming.

I cried out as I came hard into her mouth, trembling from the release. “Fuck…” I breathed heavily, completely undone.

She came up, smirking. “Now that’s what I call breakfast.”

I giggled, still catching my breath, and she kissed me deeply.

“And I love it when you moan my name like that,” she teased.

I blushed, covering my face. “Stop…”

She laughed and stood. “Come on, let’s make real breakfast now.”

She reached out and pulled me up with a grin.

Paige’s POV

“Hey, can we talk?” I asked as I knocked lightly on Jason’s door.

He looked up and nodded. “Hailey’s gone?”

“Yeah, just left,” I said, walking in and sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Finally. You guys made up. I hate seeing you like that.”

“Thanks, bro.” I smiled. His face looked more like Dad’s every day.

“What’s up?” he asked.

I pulled out a small box from my hoodie pocket and held it up. “Found these cigars in the living room the other night. You forgot to hide them?”

He looked away, guilty. “I thought you quit,” I said gently.

“I thought so too,” he murmured.

“Jase, I’m not judging. You’re old enough to make your own choices… but if something’s bothering you, please talk to me.”

He gave a short, bitter laugh. “Don’t worry about me, Paige. I’m good.”

But I wasn’t buying it. He looked… off. Hurt.

“I have to worry. You’re my baby brother. It’s in the job description,” I said softly. “Please. Talk to me. Let me help if I can.”

He sighed, then shook his head. “You can’t help me, Paige. Not unless you can erase what I saw and heard.”

My brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“Melody,” he muttered. “She dumped me.”

“What? Why?”

“She said being with someone like me wasn’t working… and she’s in love with someone else.”

I stared at him, stunned. “She actually said that?”

“Yup.” He gave a humorless chuckle. “New guy’s from some rich family. Unlike me.”

My chest tightened. “That’s bullshit. Being broke doesn't make you unworthy, Jason.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I’m not who she wanted.”

I reached over and hugged him tightly. “Fuck that. You are more than enough. We’re not rich yet, but that doesn’t give anyone the right to treat us like we’re disposable.”

He looked at me, eyes glinting with curiosity. “You sound... different.”

“Because I am. I’m sick of people looking down on us.” I sat up straight. “And guess what? I’m getting paid soon… and you’re getting a car.”

His eyes widened. “A car?!”

“Damn right. We’re done being played with, Jason. I want you to make her jealous. I want her to regret ever thinking she could walk away from someone like you.”

He stared at me, stunned. “Who are you? Where’s sweet Paige who would’ve told me to forgive and move on?”

“She’s dead. Killed by paparazzi, scandals, and snobs.”

He gave me a sad smile and hugged me again. “Can you promise me one thing?”

“Name it.”

“Let sweet Paige still exist for us—for your family and friends. Even if the world doesn’t get her anymore.”

I smiled and kissed his forehead. “I promise.”

“Thank you.”

Hailey’s POV

Later that night, I slipped into bed after tucking my babies in. Brooke was out on a date, so the house was quiet. Just as I got comfortable, my phone buzzed.

My heart warmed seeing my brother’s name on the screen.

“Hello?”

“Bonjour, soeurette. Comment vas-tu?”

I rolled my eyes, smiling. “Oh, don’t start. English, please.”

He chuckled, his voice as deep and rich as ever. “Sorry. How are you, my lovely sister?”

“I’m great, actually. How’s your family?”

He sighed. “They’re pestering me about coming to the States for the holidays.”

“That would be the best Christmas gift ever,” I said with a grin. “Just promise me you’ll actually have time for me.”

“I know I’ve been a crappy brother always working. I’m sorry.”

I chuckled. “At least you know.”

“Annette basically threatened to divorce me if I don’t take time off and visit home with them—so I will be there this year.”

I giggled. “I love your wife.”

He laughed. “I’ll be sure to tell her. Think we could stay at your place the whole time?”

“I’d love that. Just let me know when, and I’ll send a jet.”

“Deal.”

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