JAY-JAY POV
I will make sure to make him pay for keeping secrets from me.
I already gave him a punishment:
NO TOUCHING ME FOR TWO DAYS.
God.
I really want him to touch me.
But I also want to see how long he can stay away.
So here I am, tearing through my wardrobe like a madwoman, tossing clothes left and right until I find it—the perfect weapon.
A short dress.
Dangerously short.
The kind that makes Keifer forget how to breathe.
The kind that makes Keifer forget how to breathe.
I looked at myself in the mirror and—god—this dress is too revealing, too short.
Too sexy.
Perfect.
The perfect dress to make him lose control.
I curled my hair just enough, then twisted it into a messy bun—the kind I know his hands will itch to ruin.
I sprayed perfume, the scent wrapping around me like a weapon.
Every detail, every choice, was deliberate.
Then I strutted out of the room like I was walking onto a battlefield.
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KEIFER POV
I was sitting on the couch, trying to focus on work, papers spread across my lap, laptop open. Then Jay came down from upstairs.
The moment I looked at her, I forgot how to breathe.
That dress.
Too short.
Too revealing.
Too dangerous.
Every inch of her screamed temptation, and every inch of me screamed to break the damn rule.
My chest tightened, my jaw clenched, and I had to drag my eyes away before I lost it completely.
But she knew.
Of course she knew.
She walked slowly, deliberately, each step like a countdown to my destruction.
Her hair curled, messy bun perched perfectly, perfume trailing behind her like smoke.
She was chaos wrapped in silk.
She came and sat beside me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of her skin.
She reached for the TV remote, and her dress shifted—just a little.
Too little.
Enough to make my pulse spike, enough to make my control slip.
I turned away instantly, snapping my gaze to the wall, to the ceiling, to anywhere but her.
Because if I looked, even for a second, I'd lose it.
God, this was torture. Her perfume lingered in the air, her presence pressed against me, and every nerve in my body screamed to reach out, to touch, to break the damn rule.
But I couldn't. Not unless she touched me first. And she knew it.
I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms, forcing myself to breathe.
She smirked, I could feel it without even looking.
She was enjoying this—watching me squirm, watching me fight myself.
"Babe, can you get me water?" she asked in that sweet, dangerous voice.
I nodded, forcing myself up, retreating to the kitchen like a soldier regrouping.
But my mind was racing.
She said I could touch her if she touched me first.
So… come on, Keifer.
Seduce your wife.
Make her break her own rule.
I gave her the water, then went upstairs, my mind already plotting.
If she wanted to play games, fine.
I'd play harder.
I stripped down, changed into nothing but boxers, and came back downstairs.
And there she was—sitting on the couch, legs crossed, that short dress draped dangerously, her eyes glued to the TV like she wasn't waiting for me.
"Jay, babe," I called out.
"Hmm?" She looked at me, startled, almost guilty, like I'd caught her mid‑scheme.
"Can you give me the file I gave you yesterday?" I asked, keeping my voice casual, steady.
She nodded, rising gracefully, the hem of that short dress shifting dangerously as she walked away. God help me.
But this wasn't just about the file. This was my chance. She said I could touch her if she touched me first. So all I had to do… was make her break her own rule.
I leaned back on the couch, smirking to myself.
When she returned, file in hand, I made sure to spread my legs just a little, patting the space between them like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Thanks, babe. Just put it right here."
Her eyes flicked to mine, narrowing instantly.
She knew.
She knew.
But she hesitated, lips pressing tight, file clutched in her hand.
If she leaned in, if she placed it where I wanted… she'd have to touch me.
And then the war would be mine.
"Keifer, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice sharp but her eyes wide, caught between shock and amusement.
"What?" I asked innocently, leaning back on the couch like nothing was wrong.
"Keifer, you're almost naked," she said, her gaze flicking down, cheeks flushing.
"Babe, it's hot in here," I replied smoothly, smirking as I stretched deliberately, every muscle on display.
Her lips parted, her eyes narrowing, and I could see the battle raging inside her.
She wanted to roll her eyes, to scold me, but I knew—deep down—she wanted to touch me.
I leaned forward, lowering my voice. "Two days, Jay‑Jay. No touching me unless you start it. Your rule, remember?"
She groaned, throwing her head back, muttering under her breath.
I grinned, watching her squirm, watching her fight herself the way I had been fighting all day.
"Keifer…" she warned, her voice trembling between anger and temptation.
I tilted my head, feigning innocence. "What? I'm just surviving the heat."
But inside, I was laughing.
Because every second she looked at me, every second she fought the urge to reach out… I knew the war was shifting.
And soon, she'd break.
"You know what? I feel like swimming," she announced suddenly, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Want to join me?" she added, tilting her head sweetly.
I smirked, leaning back. "Sure… might as well cool off before this heat kills me."
Without another word, she headed upstairs—no doubt to change, plotting her next move.
And I knew her too well.
She was going to come down in something revealing, something designed to break me.
But two could play this game.
If she wanted to tempt me, I'd hit her where it hurt—her nerves.
Something guaranteed to drive her crazy.
I smirked, already imagining her reaction.
She'd expect me to sit here, sweating, waiting for her grand entrance.
Instead, I grabbed the ugliest, baggiest hoodie I owned, pulled it over my boxers, and sprawled across the couch like I was about to nap.
When she came down, ready to kill me with whatever chaos she'd chosen, she'd find me half‑asleep, hoodie pulled over my head, pretending I didn't even notice.
Oh, that would get on her nerves.
Because Jay‑Jay hated being ignored.
She wanted me squirming, gasping, begging.
Not yawning.
I chuckled to myself, settling in.
"Alright, babe," I whispered under my breath. "Let's see who breaks first."
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Jay‑Jay POV
Come on, Jay.
You can't lose your own game.
He's seducing you—walking around in boxers, smirking like he owns the battlefield.
It's fine.
We just have to be more seductive.
More dangerous.
More chaotic.
I threw open my wardrobe again, scanning through swimsuits like they were weapons.
Too plain.
Too safe.
Too boring.
Then I found it—the one piece of armor guaranteed to make him combust.
A bikini.
Tiny.
Black.
Straps that barely held together.
Perfect.
I slipped it on, sprayed perfume again, and let my hair tumble down from the bun, messy curls framing my face.
I went downstairs only to find him sprawled on the couch, hoodie pulled over his head, pretending to sleep.
Or maybe actually sleeping.
Either way, I knew—he was doing this on purpose.
He wanted to drive me insane.
He wanted me to break my own rule.
God, the nerve.
I came down ready to kill him with this dress, ready to watch him squirm, and instead he's lying there like a monk in meditation.
I was about to yank it off, rip away his little act— But then I got an idea.
If he wanted to play dead, fine.
I'd wake him up in the most chaotic way possible.
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KEIFER POV
I could hear the steps coming from upstairs, light but deliberate.
Okay, Keifer.
Act.
I shut my eyes, slowed my breathing, and pretended to be asleep.
I could feel her glaring at me, the weight of her stare pressing down like fire. S
o close, Jay.
Just one touch.
One slip of her hand, one brush of her fingers—and the war would be mine.
God, the things I'd do if she broke her own rule.
I'd make her scream my name until everyone in this neighborhood knew exactly who she belonged to.
Then out of nowhere—cold water, ice and all—hit my face.
I shot up instantly, ripping the hoodie off me.
"Jay‑Jay!" I growled, shaking the drops from my hair.
She stood there, smirking
"Ready to swim?" she asked sweetly, like she hadn't just tried to freeze me alive.
And then I saw it.
The bikini.
Tiny.
Barely even covering her.
My breath caught in my throat, my pulse spiking so hard I thought I'd pass out.
God help me.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
Every curve, every strap, every deliberate choice—it was all a weapon.
And I was defenseless.
So I only did the one thing I could do
Without warning, I sprinted past her, dove into the pool, and came back up with a roar.
Then I climbed out, dripping wet, boxers plastered to me, and walked straight toward her—slow, deliberate, every step leaving puddles on the deck.
Her eyes widened, her lips parted, and I could see her fighting herself.
I stopped right in front of her, water dripping down my chest, close enough for her to smell the chlorine and the heat of me.
"Jay‑Jay…" I whispered, voice low, teasing. "You said no touching unless you touch me first. So go ahead. Break your own rule."
Then, just to push her over the edge, I shook my hair like a dog, spraying her with water, laughing like a maniac.
She shrieked, clutching her towel, glaring at me. "KEIFER!"
I leaned in, dripping, smirking. "Come on, babe. One touch. Just one. I dare you."
Her hand twitched, her jaw clenched, and I knew— She was seconds away from breaking.
But then she suddenly stopped. Pulled back. Denied me.
I groaned so loudly it echoed across the backyard, dragging my hands through my wet hair in frustration.
"Just one goddamn touch," I growled, my voice raw, desperate. "Jay‑Jay, you've touched me so many times—just one more, and I swear, I'll show you heaven."
She froze, eyes wide, lips parted, her breath catching.
I stepped closer, dripping water, boxers clinging to me, every inch of me screaming temptation.
I lowered my voice, husky, dangerous.
"One slip, Jay‑Jay. Just one, and I'll make sure you never forget it."
Her chest rose and fell, her fingers trembling at her sides.
She was fighting herself, but I knew— One more push, one more tease, and she'd snap.
So I leaned in, close enough for her to feel the heat of me, close enough for her to smell the chlorine and the chaos.
"Jay‑Jay…" I whispered, lips brushing the air near her ear. "You're seconds away. And when you break, I'll make sure the whole damn neighborhood knows you're mine."
Her hand hovered, trembling, her jaw tight.
She was holding back, fighting me with everything she had.
I couldn't take it anymore.
My voice came out raw, wild, unhinged "Jay‑Jay, you're torturing me. One spark from you and I'll set this whole night on fire."
I stepped closer, dripping water, reckless grin plastered on my face. Her eyes locked on mine, lips parted, breath uneven.
"Jay‑Jay…" I whispered, desperate, teasing, daring. "You can't win against me. Not like this."
And then it happened. Her resolve shattered. Her hand shot forward, fingers curling around my chest, hot against my soaked skin.
The rule was broken. She touched me first.
I laughed, feral, triumphant, pulling her closer instantly. "You're mine now, babe. You lost your own game."
Her gasp was sharp, her body pressed against mine, and I knew— The war was over.
And I had won.
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