Chapter 12
Jackson Ortega's POV
I was waiting for Dahlia and Paige inside an upscale dress shop while they tried on clothes in the fitting room. To pass the time, I picked up a magazine from the table, and my jaw nearly dropped when I saw Dahlia's face on the front cover.
As I read through the article, I was stunned to learn that Dahlia was not only a famous actress but also a talented singer who composed her own music. She had released multiple songs, all of which had topped the charts. I made a mental note to search for her music later—I was genuinely curious to hear what she had created.
I was flipping through more pages of the magazine when a familiar voice interrupted my reading.
"Oh my god. Is that really you, Jackson?"
I looked up to see Jessie, my long-time crush from high school, standing there with two of her friends. My stomach tightened as memories of humiliation flooded back.
"Nice outfit. Is this the new uniform for security guards these days?" Rica commented with a mocking laugh.
I exhaled slowly and stood up, my jaw clenching. I could never forget how they had humiliated me in front of the entire university when I had confessed my feelings to Jessie. These social climbers had made sure everyone knew they considered me beneath them.
"Long time no see. You look good, Jessie—even more beautiful than before," I said with a deliberate smile playing on my lips.
Jessie's face darkened as she snapped that I was being inappropriate.
"Is that supposed to be a compliment? How is that inappropriate?" I asked with an innocent expression. It was funny how the same words could be considered charming when spoken by someone attractive, but creepy when said by someone they deemed unworthy.
"Don't you have any shame? Leave Jessie alone! She would never be interested in someone like you, not even if you covered yourself in gold!" Rica shouted, drawing attention from other shoppers.
I maintained my poker face. "Why are you getting so angry, Rica? I just said Jessie looks more beautiful now. Back in high school, she looked like a corpse that had just crawled out of a grave. Now she's gained some weight, and even though her makeup looks like a child played with it, I still said she looked better."
"What! Did you just call me fat?!" Jessie shrieked.
Thanks to my time with Paige, I had learned exactly how to hit women where it hurt most—their insecurities about their appearance and body image.
"You—how dare you insult women like that! No matter what you do, no woman will ever want you. Have you tried looking in a mirror lately?" Jane spat venomously.
Their raised voices had attracted the attention of everyone in the store. Rica was already calling for security.
"Jack! Have you been waiting long? How do I look?"
The three women froze as Paige appeared and casually took my arm. They stared in shock at the stunning woman now clinging to me, their expressions shifting from smugness to disbelief.
"What's going on here?"
Dahlia arrived and took in the scene—the three women, the approaching security guard, and the tension in the air. The security guard immediately recognized Dahlia and stopped short, his demeanor changing completely.
"They were planning to have me dragged out of your shop," I said with amusement in my voice.
Dahlia's expression darkened, and Paige released my arm, stepping forward.
"Ma'am," the store manager, who had been watching from a distance, quickly approached.
"You allowed these three to harass my husband?" Dahlia asked coldly, her gaze fixed on the manager.
The manager paled and looked at me with new understanding.
Paige suddenly grabbed Rica's hair—the same Rica who had been shouting for security—and smiled sweetly.
"Does this shop look like a garbage dump where the three of you can scatter your trash around?" Paige said pleasantly, causing Rica to scream in pain.
When Jessie tried to intervene, I caught her arm and pulled her close.
She couldn't speak as I brought my face inches from hers.
"Don't get too high and mighty, Jessie. You're not even worthy of touching the soles of my wives' feet," I said with quiet intensity before releasing her as I felt Dahlia's hand on my arm, pulling me away from the woman.
"Have those three removed and ban them from all shops under the Rivas name. And all the staff who were here—you're all fired," Dahlia said with cold authority.
Paige kicked Rica, sending her sprawling to the floor.
"If I see your ugly faces on the street again, you'll have to borrow a face from a dog," Paige said with disdain before the security guards dragged the three women away.
The staff members begged for mercy, but Dahlia ignored them completely as she and Paige led me out of the shop.
"Who were those women?" Paige asked, holding my hand as we walked.
"They were my classmates in high school. Jessie was the one I used to have a crush on. When I confessed to her, she humiliated me publicly, saying she would never be interested in someone as ugly as me, that I looked like a beggar," I explained honestly.
Dahlia hugged my arm and leaned against me.
"We're much more beautiful than that woman," Dahlia said confidently.
I laughed and lifted her chin, kissing her lips softly.
"No woman could ever be more beautiful than you three," I replied.
Dahlia grinned at my words. I noticed Paige pouting, saying she wanted a kiss too, so I kissed her as well.
In that moment, I forgot we were in public, surrounded by countless people who were now staring at our display of affection.
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Third Person's POV
After ordering their uniforms and completing their shopping, the three went to an upscale restaurant where they were seated in a private corner booth surrounded by curtains for privacy.
Jackson was pleasantly surprised by the cozy setup—there was a comfortable sofa and an abundance of delicious food spread before them.
After they finished eating and the waiters had cleared their plates, Paige and Dahlia exchanged meaningful glances.
"Jack," Dahlia called softly.
Jackson looked puzzled as Dahlia suddenly positioned herself on his lap.
His breath caught as Paige crawled closer, and both sisters began kissing his neck simultaneously.
"Wait—we're in a restaurant. Someone might hear us outside," Jackson whispered as Paige's hand slipped inside his shirt. He tilted his head back as Dahlia's kisses moved upward while Paige's tongue traced the sensitive skin behind his ear.
His heart was pounding with a mixture of anxiety about being discovered and undeniable excitement at their bold advances.
"If anyone hears, there's nothing they can do but listen and be jealous," Paige whispered against his skin.
Jackson's breath hitched as Dahlia removed his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Take me, Jack, right here—right now," Dahlia whispered as she positioned herself on the table, spreading her legs and simply pushing her skirt up while sliding her delicate panties to the side.
She was already glistening with arousal, and Jackson couldn't help but salivate at the sight of Dahlia's most intimate place. He inserted two fingers into her heated core, causing Dahlia to gasp and grip the edge of the table.
Meanwhile, Paige had unbuckled Jackson's belt and unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his hardened length. It was flushed and steel-hard as Paige began stroking it with both hands, her movements deliberate and teasing.
Jackson held the back of Paige's head and kissed her deeply while continuing to pleasure Dahlia with his fingers. Dahlia gripped the table's edge, struggling to suppress her moans of pleasure.