Paige’s POV
“Paige, hi.” Kiara greeted over the phone. She’d asked for my number a few nights ago to stay in touch about the housewarming party. Still feels unnecessary, if you ask me.
“Hey, Kiara.”
“How are you doing today?”
“I’m good, thanks. How’s your family?” I asked, keeping it polite.
“Everyone’s fine. I actually have a quick question.”
“Go ahead.”
“I’ve started prepping for the party, and I wanted to check—are there any themes or people you’d prefer to avoid? Anyone you don’t want invited?”
I thought for a moment. Honestly, nothing came to mind at first.
“I don’t think I mind, really. I’m not picky—whatever you plan will be fine by me.”
“Perfect! I’ll make sure it’s something you’ll love,” she said, clearly excited.
“Thanks.” I paused as a name suddenly came to mind. “Oh, Kiara?”
“Yeah?”
“There is one person I’d hate to see at the party.”
“Okay, who?”
“Kimberly Adkins. Please make sure she doesn’t even get near the gate.”
“Don’t worry, all guests will need an invitation card.”
I let out a laugh. “You don’t know Kim—she’s clever enough to fake one.”
“Alright, I’ll make sure security is tight. No surprises.”
“Thanks.” Just then, Jason walked in with his backpack slung over his shoulder.
“Okay, have a great evening.”
“You too.” I ended the call and looked at him. “Hey.”
“Hey, Paige.” He dropped his bag and walked over to the fridge.
“How was your day?”
“Boring,” he sighed dramatically, making me chuckle.
“You’ll survive.”
“Whatever,” he muttered, grabbing a bottle of water and settling beside me. He took a sip. “So I went to Bruce, like you asked.”
“And?”
“I picked a car, obviously.” He grinned. “That’s what we agreed on, right?”
I rolled my eyes as he laughed.
“No need for the attitude, weirdo,” he added, still amused. “Anyway—do you like it?” I asked.
He nodded. “If there’s one thing I’m sure about right now, it’s that car.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Bruce said it’s great for a teenager?”
He nodded again, dead serious. “Apparently.”
“For a teenager,” I repeated, giggling. “What even qualifies a car as ‘teenager-friendly’? It’s not like there are sizes like with clothes.”
“Hey, his words, not mine,” Jason said with a shrug.
“Anyway,” I said, exhaling to stop laughing, “I’ll call him tonight. You’ll probably be able to take it by tomorrow afternoon.”
He lit up. “You’ve been paid?”
I nodded. “And I’m taking you out to dinner.”
“Yes!” he grinned, practically bouncing. “I’m gonna shower—I feel like I stink. It’s been a long day.” He grabbed his backpack and stood. Before walking off, he leaned down and kissed my cheek. “Thanks, Paige.”
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The Billionaire's Widow
RomanceHailey Anders After the death of her husband, the only thing that can keep Hailey going are her two little kids. They remind her that he still lives in them. Together with the company he left for her. Paige Carson Fresh out of college with impressi...
