Jay's POV
The silence of the Watson estate didn't just break; it was dismantled. Mia and Ben moved in with a level of confidence that suggested they were the ones doing the Watsons a favour.
When we arrived at the front doors, the greeting was a study in contrast. My mother looked at Mia's leather jacket and Ben's smirk with a mixture of horror and fascination, but Pa—ever the strategist—just gave a short, respectful nod. He knew these were my "enforcers."
"Welcome to the madhouse," I whispered as Ben dumped his duffel bag on the marble floor with a satisfying thud. Keifer stood by, his jaw working as he watched Mia drape herself over the expensive velvet sofa like she'd owned it in a past life.
By 8:00 PM, the battle lines were drawn. The girls—Mia, Ella, Freya, Mica, Grace, and Rakki—decided to hit club for celebrating Mia welcome.
The boys—Keifer, Aries, Ben, Edrix, Cin , and Section e —were relegated to Yuri's apartment. Apparently, "boys' night" involved more brooding and beer than I cared to witness.
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At the Pub
The club was a sensory overload. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the sharp sting of gin. On the dance floor, Mia and Rakki were a force of nature. They didn't just dance; they commanded the space. Every time I caught their eye, they give me that lethal, knowing grin.
At one point, a guy tried to slide into my space. Before I could even reach for a sarcastic retort, Mia was there, sliding her arm around my waist and pulling me into her.
She didn't say a word to him—she just looked at him with that "Ice Queen" tilt of her head until he practically evaporated into the crowd. She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "The King isn't here to protect you, Sunflower. Good thing you have me."
Keifer's POV
At Yuri's, the atmosphere was suffocatingly male. Edrix was arguing with Ben about encrypted firewalls, while Drew was trying to bet on how many drinks the girls would have before calling us. Cin and Felix focused on snacks.
I couldn't focus. Every time my phone buzzed with a photo from the group chat—Jay laughing with Mia, Jay leaning in close to hear something over the music—the jealousy felt like a physical weight in my chest.
Ben caught me staring at a photo of Mia's hand on Jay's lower back. He let out a low, dry chuckle. "She's always been like that with Jay, Keifer. Intense. Protective. A little bit dangerous." He took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're the fiancé, sure. But in that club? Mia is the only one who matters. Must be a heavy realization for you."
My grip on my glass tightened until the ice rattled.
The call came at 2:00 AM. It wasn't the "we're having fun" text; it was Freya sounding frantic over the thumping bass of Electric Expressions. "Keifer? Ben? You need to come get them. Now. Jay and Mia found the top-shelf tequila, and they've decided they're the 'Queens of the Dancefloor'... literally. They're standing on the DJ booth."
When we arrived, the sight was a blow to my "King" dignity. Jay and Mia were stumbling out of the club, leaning on Grace and Rakki, laughing at a frequency only dogs and drunk people could hear.
The car ride back to the Watson Mansion was a fever dream. Jay kept trying to roll down the window to "talk to the wind," while Mia was singing a distorted version of a song that didn't exist. Ben was in the passenger seat, his head in his hands, muttering, "Every single time we leave the city, they do this."
By the time we got them into the grand sunroom of the mansion, the "heavy" atmosphere of the Watson estate didn't stand a chance.
Jay kicked off her heels—one of them narrowly missing a Ming vase—and grabbed Mia's hands. "Mia! Listen. The floor... it's a cloud. Do you feel the cloud?"
"It's a marshmallow, Baby!" Mia shrieked, and then, without any music, they started a synchronized "dance" that looked more like two baby giraffes trying to walk on ice
They were spinning, stumbling, and at one point, Jay tried to do a dramatic dip that resulted in both of them collapsing into a pile of limbs on the expensive Persian rug.
I tried to maintain my brooding, jealous scowl, but it was impossible. Ben let out a snort, and then we both lost it. I was doubled over, my hand on the marble mantelpiece, laughing so hard my chest ached.
Seeing Jay E trying to do a pirouette and accidentally tackling her best friend was the most human thing I'd ever seen.
"You... you're a disaster, Jay," I choked out between laughs.
"I'm a masterpiece!" Jay mumbled, her eyes half-closed. She crawled toward the massive velvet couch, dragging Mia with her.
They finally collapsed onto the cushions, tangled together. Jay's head was on Mia's shoulder, and Mia's arms were wrapped tightly around Jay's waist. They started mumbling in a private language—snippets of old memories, names I didn't recognize, and something about "stealing a golf cart in 2024."
"Keifer..." Jay slurred, her eyes fluttering shut. "The King is... he's okay. But Mia is... Mia is the moon."
"And you're the sun," Mia whispered back, already drifting off.
They fell asleep right there, a mess of sequins and tangled hair, hugging each other like the world outside didn't exist.
Ben and I sat on the edge of the coffee table, watching them. The jealousy was still there, a dull hum in the background, but seeing them like this—vulnerable, happy, and safe—made it feel smaller.
I reached out and brushed a stray hair from Jay's forehead. She didn't move; she just squeezed Mia tighter.
"They're going to have the worst hangover in Watson history tomorrow," Ben whispered, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Good," I replied, looking at my sleeping Queen. "Maybe then she'll be too tired to cause any more heart attacks for at least twenty-four hours." 👑❤️🫂🤸♂️🤣