Callan’s POV We were 35,000 feet above the air when the plane was still shaking violently. I looked outside and the beautiful sunset had been covered by dark clouds flashing with lightning. The pilot apologized for his profanity and told us there was a sudden storm that came out of nowhere, so he would go around it. Paige was shaking so I wrapped my arm around her as she continued to hide her face in my chest. “It’s gonna be okay. Don’t think about the turbulence. Let’s play a game. It’s 8pm, what do you think Gwen is doing now? Let’s have a bet. We can call her as soon as we land and the loser has to do whatever the winner dares. Deal? I’ll go first. I think Gwen is playing roblox rainbow friends chapter 2 with Isaac.” “Cobra Kai.” “Cobra what?” “It’s a show. I know for a fact she’s watching it with Isaac now. You lose.” “Not yet, you cheater. They could always alter their schedule. We’ll call her when we land.” I said, smiling because she was starting to get distracted. “W

Callan's POV Dude, she looks like she wants to kill you. Yup. I guess she passed the test, then. Now time for the real surprise. I looked at the room and it’s exactly the same as when I last saw it. I couldn’t believe the number of women I’ve fucked here over the years; Some with Dyllan and our friends. A whole week of doing nothing but partying with Jericho and his women. But now all of them are married with kids. Even Jericho who has settled down a bit and has focussed on his escort businesses. Those were the days, huh. My brain said, flashing before my eyes memories of our sexcapades in this mansion. No, brain. This is the day. This is the start of my real adventure. I’ll only be making love from now on. Fucking one woman. One perfect woman who’s satisfied all my desires. "Callan Montgomery Holden! Stop talking to yourself and answer me!" Paige held my chin and I chuckled. She looked so cute with her flared nostrils. "You think I'd let anyone else touch you?” I used my de

Paige’s POV “Paige. Wake up.” I heard Callan whispering in my ear before his lips softly touched mine. He got on top of me, giving us a nose kiss. The warmth of our naked bodies instantly made me horny. “Mmm. I could get used to waking up this way.” “You’re gonna have to because I'll always be sleeping beside you until our hairs are white and we'll have lost all our teeth.” He said in his best version of an old man's voice. I laughed out loud and he did too. “What time is it, old man?” I pushed him off me, got up and ran to the bathroom, locking the door before he could go in. “Old man?” he said as he kept knocking, “I seem to remember you screaming for me to stop fucking you last night or else you were going to die from a heart attack.” “Well, you did have help after all.” I shouted after I spat out a mouthful of mouthwash. My face was flushed. After sex glow always did wonders for our beauty. And those moves Callan has. Not to mention the fucking robots. I mean I’m shocked

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

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