LOGINPaige’s POVThe silence in the room since Paige walked in was beginning to mess with my brain. She had made no comment about my punctuality. No sarcastic remark about how I was probably too busy admiring myself in the mirror to remember we had a meeting.Nothing.She simply walked in, set her bag on the table, and said, “Good afternoon, Knox.”What the hell?“Good afternoon?” I repeated. She pulled out the chair opposite mine. “Yes. Is there a problem?”I leaned back, studying her face. “Not at all. Just wondering who you are and what you’ve done with Paige Bennett.”She didn’t laugh. Didn’t roll her eyes.Instead, she opened her laptop and said, “Mrs. Anderson expects us to make progress on the sponsorship proposal today. I’ve reviewed our previous notes, and I think we should finalise the campaign direction before moving on to the media schedule.”Was this a joke?“Right,” I said slowly. “Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”“I’m fine.”I watched her for another mo
Paige’s POV. When my alarm buzzed, I jumped out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts and a lavender shirt before getting ready.I felt good today.Which was ridiculous, considering I had absolutely no reason to be in such a good mood.Well, except for the fact that I was going to see Knox.And that was precisely the problem.We were only friends—or reluctant project partners, technically—but things between us seemed to be getting better.Our conversation in the car on Monday had been surprisingly pleasant. Still, I caught myself smiling as I poured hot water into my mug.Pathetic.One of the bedroom doors opened on the other side of the house, and from the familiar squeak, I knew exactly who it was.Leah.She strolled into the kitchen wearing an oversized grey sleep shirt, her hair sticking out in several directions. She yawned so widely that I wondered if her jaw would dislocate.“Hey, Paige. Please tell me there’s enough coffee for two.”I shook my head, laughing, and reached for
PAIGE’S POV“Don’t disappear on me again, Paige,” Victoria said, straightening the collar of my shirt. “You know you’re always welcome here.”“I know. Thank you for everything, Victoria.” Victoria had a way of making me feel like I belonged here like my presence wasn’t something she had to tolerate. I wondered what it would feel like to have a mother who made you feel that way every day.“Victoria?” She pressed a hand to her chest, feigning offense. “After all the food I’ve fed you this weekend, you’re still calling me Victoria?”I laughed. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”“That’s worse!”“Mom!” Knox’s voice came from somewhere behind me.I turned to find him standing beside the front door, car keys dangling from one finger. Dark trousers, a crisp shirt, sleeves folded neatly to his forearms.Honestly, did the man ever look anything less than annoyingly attractive?“Your driver is ready,” he announced.I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t ask you to drive me.” “You’re welcome to walk.”Victoria smacked
Paige's POV. I glanced at Knox, who was leaning against the counter, looking far too regal in his dark suit. “How long have you been standing there?” I demanded, plucking out my earbuds. “Long enough.” His gaze swept over me, amusement dancing in his grey eyes. “Didn’t know dinner came with a private performance.”I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.“So you were just standing there watching me like some creep?” I asked, crossing my arms.“Relax, Midget.” He pushed away from the counter and took a step towards me. “I won’t tell anyone.”His eyes dragged over me, setting my body alight. “Although, I might need a repeat performance.”“Get out.”“Missed you too.”I folded my arms across my chest and glared at him, desperately hoping he couldn’t see how much those two words had affected me.“I didn’t miss you.”His smile turned slow and knowing. “Are you sure? You don’t miss how badly I made you come on this same counter?”“No,” I said quickly, heat creeping up my cheeks
KNOX’S POV“The reporters are getting closer, Knox.” Lauren’s words cut through the quiet between us. Her voice was crisp and professional. I leaned back in my chair, swirling the coffee in my cup. “You said that yesterday.”“And I’m saying it again today because you don’t seem to understand how serious this is.”“Oh, I understand perfectly, but panicking won’t make them disappear.”She gave me a look that would have sent most people scrambling to apologise.“I’m serious, Knox,” she said, her voice losing some of its bite. “People are asking questions they weren’t asking a few weeks ago. Someone is talking, and the more attention you get here, the more interested they become in what happened over there.”This was exactly why I enjoyed working with Lauren. She’d been my PR manager back in the States, and in the time we’d worked together, I’d learned that she was one of the few people who could look me straight in the eye and tell me when I was being an idiot. Even now, with the mess
Paige’s POV“Paige.” His voice was a low murmur against my ear.I meet his eyes in the mirror where I see myself,- flushed- trembling- disheveled.Then he enters me in one hard thrust. I gasp- loud-not caring who ever can hear us. “This is what you want right?” he rasps behind me. “You want your best friend brother to fuck you hard. You want me to break you.” He rams into me. Deep. Unyielding. It's like I'm being punched over and over but in a good way. My vision swims; I feel a familiar sensation building.“Come for me, Midget.” He drags my head towards him, his hand closing around my neck—I woke with a gasp.For several seconds, I lay perfectly still, staring at the ceiling.I groan and throw an arm over my eyes.I glance at the clock- it's almost ten. How did I sleep this long?I threw the covers aside and sat up, my cheeks burning as the last fragments of the dream replayed in my mind. His voice. His touch. The way he’d looked at me before—“Oh, my God.” Of all the things my
CHAPTER FOURPAIGES POVIt was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally got to my apartment. It was too quiet.Leah was probably sleeping, judging by the fact that she didn't jump me with questions. I dragged myself upstairs to my room, it appeared as though Leah helped me clear th
CHAPTER THREEPAIGES POVHoly f—The punch landed so hard that Mike staggered backwards crashing into a table.My hand flew to my mouth, barely stopping the scream that tried to escape. I could hear gasps from every corner of the club. People whispering“Wait…”“Isn't that Knox, the hockey player?”
CHAPTER TWOPaige’s POVThat voice,“Hello Midget” I froze in place as soon as I met his gaze.Knox Tatum, AKA my best friend's brother and the one person I hated.He had changed a lot. Knox looked like a walking Greek god. I drank the whole sight in. He was over 6’3, towering over my 5’6 frame, hi
PAIGE’S POVI shaved twiceOnce because I’d missed a spot, and again to ensure it was all smooth down there.I gave my reflection another look in the mirror. A smile stretched on my lips on seeing myself. Leah, my best friend, had spent nearly an hour curling my 4b long hair into glossy spirals.M







