Chapter 11
Third Person's POV
Jackson emerged from his room to find the living area still empty—Paige and Dahlia hadn't come out yet. He decided to check on Paris, quietly entering her room to find her still sleeping peacefully. He closed the door behind him and approached the bed carefully.
Paris was wearing only a thin black nightdress that had shifted during her sleep, revealing her long, pale thighs. The silky fabric clung to her body, accentuating every curve and the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Jackson shook his head, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand rather than the alluring sight before him.
He knew he needed to wake Paris up—sleeping too long would likely give her a headache when she finally did wake. First, he went to her bathroom and prepared a warm bath, adjusting the temperature to be just right. As he worked, he found himself momentarily distracted by Paris's natural scent that lingered in the bathroom, a subtle fragrance that seemed to permeate everything she touched.
Returning to the bedroom, Jackson sat on the edge of the bed, hesitating for a moment.
"I wonder if Paris will punch me when I wake her up," he muttered to himself, then shook his head at the thought. Gently, he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Paris," he said softly, carefully rousing her from sleep.
Paris slowly opened her eyes and stretched languidly, her movements graceful even in her drowsy state. Jackson couldn't help but cough slightly at the sight, which drew her attention. She sat up and laughed when she saw his flustered expression.
"I almost didn't recognize you—" Paris began, but suddenly stopped mid-sentence, her hand flying to her head as a sharp pain shot through her temples.
Jackson immediately stood and retrieved a glass of water he had prepared earlier from the study table, along with some pain medication.
"Sorry for waking you. I knew you'd get a headache if you slept too much longer. It's already past 10 AM," Jackson explained, offering her the medication. "Don't worry, you can take this on an empty stomach."
Paris accepted the pills gratefully, and Jackson helped her drink the water, his hand steadying the glass.
"I've prepared a warm bath for you. You should get in while the water's still hot—there's also food on the table when you're ready," Jackson said, starting to stand.
"Are you leaving for school today?" Paris asked, her voice still slightly hoarse from sleep.
Jackson leaned down and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "Yes—we'll be back after we finish buying school supplies," he replied, then pressed his lips to hers in a tender morning kiss.
Paris immediately set down the water glass and wrapped both arms around Jackson's neck, responding to his kiss with surprising intensity for someone who had just woken up. Jackson's lips traveled down to her neck, placing gentle kisses along the sensitive skin there.
"You should shower now—Paige and Dahlia are probably waiting for me," Jackson said reluctantly, pulling away from her embrace. He kissed her forehead one final time before heading toward the door without looking back.
Paris laughed softly as she noticed Jackson's ears turning red as he left the room. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, then winced as a sharp pain shot through her hips and lower back.
"What the hell, it's not like this is my first time," Paris muttered to herself, noting how her legs were still trembling slightly from the previous night's activities.
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Jackson was amazed when they arrived at the university where he and Paige would be studying. The moment they stepped out of the car, he found himself the center of attention—not because he was particularly handsome, but because he was flanked by two stunning women who were clearly vying for his attention.
Jackson rubbed his forehead in frustration. He had never wanted this kind of attention, especially not on his first day.
"Husband! There's the faculty office, let's go," Paige announced, grabbing Jackson's hand possessively.
Dahlia immediately took hold of Jackson's other hand and suggested that if Paige wanted to go first, she could handle things on her own.
"Hey, don't start arguing here. There are too many people watching," Jackson warned the sisters, noticing the growing crowd of onlookers. He held both their hands firmly, which seemed to calm them down but only made him look more like a playboy to the surrounding students.
Jackson couldn't help but notice that nearly every male student they passed was giving him hostile looks, their gazes lingering appreciatively on Dahlia and Paige before turning murderous when they looked at him.
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Jackson Ortega's POV
I guess I need to get used to this and just focus on my studies and on Dahlia and Paige. If I keep paying attention to how the other male students are looking at me, I'm going to lose my mind.
"They're calling me inside. Wait for us here," Paige said, giving me a kiss on the lips right there in front of everyone.
Dahlia followed suit, saying she'd only be a moment as well before also kissing me.
I don't know if they're doing this on purpose or if they just don't care about the spectacle they're creating. There are dozens of male and female students in line who are now staring at me with various expressions of shock, envy, and disbelief.
And why wouldn't they? Two goddesses just kissed a frog—well, me. I can only imagine what would happen if these people also saw Paris. They'd probably tie me to a light post and burn me alive.
I leaned against a nearby pillar and crossed my arms, trying to appear nonchalant. I'm not exactly ugly, but I'm certainly not at the level where I'd expect women like the Rivas sisters to be obsessed with me. I shrugged to myself.
Who cares, right? They're my wives now. I couldn't help but grin at the thought that they genuinely seemed to want my attention and affection.
"I don't want to! I want to transfer schools!"
I straightened up immediately when I saw Paige emerging from the faculty office, tears in her eyes as she rushed toward me for a hug. I looked at Dahlia, whose face was creased with frustration as she held two envelopes in her hands.
I hugged Paige back and asked Dahlia what had happened.
"You're in the lowest section and Paige is in the highest section. Paige is insisting that she wants you to be her classmate," Dahlia explained with a grimace.
I was confused. "We're just here to enroll—how do I already have a schedule and section assignment?"
Dahlia made a face and explained that they had already enrolled me online after tracking down my previous school records.
I didn't bother asking more questions. It was obvious they had done a background check on me, and there was nothing money couldn't accomplish when you had enough of it.
"I want to transfer schools. I want us to be classmates," Paige said, looking at me with a pouty, determined expression.
I laughed softly. "My grades are low. No matter what school we go to, you'll be in the top section and I'll be in the bottom," I explained gently.
Paige protested, insisting that wasn't true.
"I'll bring sister Paris here. I won't agree to—"
I silenced her with a kiss, hoping to calm her down and stop her from making a scene.
"I'll walk you to your classroom and pick you up after, okay? I'm sure there will be opportunities for us to have some classes together, at least for a few subjects."
Paige continued to pout but eventually agreed to the arrangement. Dahlia handled the rest of our requirements and picked up both of our class schedules.