The condo was silent, except for the faint hum of the city outside the windows. I had wrapped myself in a blanket, sinking into the sofa, trying to convince myself that Keifer Watson was finally out of my life. Finally.
But then…
BANG.
My heart jumped.
BANG. BANG!
"What the—?!" I yanked open the peephole.
Keifer. Kneeling. Right outside my door. His clothes were rumpled, hair sticking to his forehead, hands trembling slightly as he pounded on the door. Sweat gleamed under the dim hallway lights, and his eyes… his eyes were wild, desperate, raw.
"Jay… please!" His voice cracked. "Just… let me explain! I can fix this! Please!"
BANG. BANG.
I pressed my back against the door, incredulous. "You've been banging on my door for hours! And now you want me to just open it? Are you insane?"
"I don't care!" he shouted. "I don't care if I have to beg all night! I… I can't lose you! Please… just give me a chance to explain!"
BANG. BANG. BANG.
I groaned, hiding behind the door. "Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous."
But part of me—the stupid, irrational part—wanted to hear him.
I cracked the door just a little.
Keifer looked up, eyes red, glistening, desperate. "Jay… please. Just… a few minutes. That's all I need.
"
I folded my arms. "Explain what, Keifer? Why you lied? Why you kissed other women? Why you destroyed everything?
He flinched but stayed kneeling. "I… I was trapped, Jay. I didn't want any of it… the engagement, the people pushing me into it… none of it. I was stuck. But I never stopped… loving you. Everything I did, every step I took—it was… for you."
I blinked. "So I'm supposed to just trust you again?
"I'm not asking for trust… not yet," he admitted, voice trembling. "I'm asking for a chance. One chance to make you see… I've never stopped loving you."
I wanted to slam the door. I wanted to yell. I wanted to run. And yet… I couldn't stop staring at him, kneeling there like a broken king.
"You make it so difficult, Keifer," I whispered, shaking my head. "You're ridiculous. Insane. And yet… here I am, listening.
His lips trembled into a small, desperate smile. "That's all I need. Just… listen."
Hours passed. The banging slowed to soft knocks. The pleading lowered to trembling whispers. "Jay… please… I'll do anything… just give me a chance…"
And somehow… even through my anger, part of me ached.
I was furious at him for everything, but I could see why he was desperate. He was fighting for love while trapped by duty, just like me.
I sighed, leaning against the doorframe, heart pounding. I didn't know whether to hate him or forgive him… but I couldn't stop listening.
Hours of begging, hours of kneeling. And now, finally… he had my attention.
Somewhere deep down, I knew: I didn't know if this would end in forgiveness—or heartbreak.
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