Author's POV
The kitchen was a disaster zone of flour and laughter when the rest of the family trickled in. Jane, Kyle,Aries ,Percy ,Ella and the others stopped in the doorway, staring at the sight of the untouchable CEO Jay and the fearsome Keifer engaged in a full-blown food war with the boys.
A soft, collective smile spread across the room; the heavy shadows of the previous night were finally being chased away by the morning sun.
The tension that had suffocated the house after the previous night's revelations didn't disappear, but it shifted. It became the foundation for something new.
Everyone gathered around the table for a massive, chaotic breakfast. There was no talk of the past, no mention of August or Luna. For an hour, they were just people who cared about each other, sharing coffee and burnt pancakes.
Afterward, Jay and Keifer retreated for long, scalding showers to wash away the flour and the lingering exhaustion. By mid-morning, the professional masks were back on, but the energy was different.
They spent the day in the study, buried in laptops and international calls, working side-by-side until the sun began to dip below the horizon.
As the clock struck six, Jane , Freya and the other girls marched into the study.
"Laptops down, Jay," Jane commanded. "The girls are going out. You're coming. And you're wearing the dress which shout itself dangerous."
Jay looked at Keifer, who gave a supportive shrug. "Go. You deserve a night that doesn't involve spreadsheets."
The girls whisked Jay away, and an hour later, the girl descended the stairs looking like a force of nature.
Jay was radiant, her hair loose,wearing a plaid patterned two-piece outfit consisting of a crop top and an asymmetrical skirt, paired with red knee-high boots. In a way that made Keifer's throat go dry. (Check comment)
Jane wore a velvet sequin blue dress. Kyle froze seeing Jane in the dress.(Check comment)
Ella wore a tiered hem style,white mini dress which left Aries speechless.(Check comment)
Freya was wearing a shimmering silver sequin camisole top with blue bottom.(Check comment)
Mica was wearing a women's Y2K-style baggy wide-leg patchwork jeans with raw hems and distressing.(Check comment)
Rakki was wearing a blue denim corset top paired with a matching miniskirt. (Check comment)
Grace wore a pink, sleeveless, one-shoulder cocktail or party dress .(Check comment)
The boys—Keifer, Kyle, Aries and the rest—tried to follow them to the door, but Freya pushed them back.
"No," Freya said firmly. "Girls' night. No bodyguards, no brooding, and definitely no husbands. We're going to the pub. Stay here and play video games."
The door slammed shut.
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Keifer's POV
Five minutes.
That was how long I lasted before I started pacing the length of the living room. Aries was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, but I could see his leg bouncing.
"They've been gone five minutes, Keif. Sit down," David muttered.
"Five minutes is long enough for some idiot to try and talk to her," I growled. I couldn't shake the image of Jay in that dress.
She looked like a siren, and the thought of her in a crowded pub without me felt like a physical itch under my skin.
"She's finally happy. I'm not letting some drunk ruining it."
"I'm with him,"Kyle said, standing up. "Jane looked way too good to be out there alone."
Ten minutes later, we were piling into two cars. We weren't going to interfere—we weren't that crazy—but we were going to be there.
We reached the pub and slipped in through the side entrance, securing a private box in the shadows of the upper mezzanine. From here, we had a bird's-eye view of the entire floor.
I saw them immediately. They were at a central table, drinks in hand, laughing. Jay was glowing. She took a sip of her drink, leaning back and throwing her head back in a laugh that I could almost hear over the thumping music. She looked free.
But then, the atmosphere shifted.
A group of guys—maybe six of them—started circling their table like sharks.
They were dressed in expensive suits, looking arrogant. One of them, a tall guy with a punchable face, leaned down and said something in Jay's ear.
My grip on the wooden railing of the box tightened. I heard a crack. I had literally splintered the wood.
"Steady," Percy whispered, though his own jaw was locked.
The guy didn't leave. He gestured toward the dance floor. He was asking her to dance. I felt a wave of cold, possessive fury wash over me. I didn't care about the "girls' night" rule anymore. If he touched her, I was going to burn the building down.
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Jay's POV
I felt the man's breath on my neck and felt a flash of annoyance. I was about to give him my "ice queen" dismissal—the one that usually sent men running—when I felt a familiar prickle on the back of my neck.
I glanced up toward the darkened mezzanine. I knew that shadow. I knew the way Keifer stood when he was about to lose his temper.
He followed us, I thought, a surge of heat and mischief hitting my chest. He just couldn't stay away.
I caught Jane's and others eye. They followed my gaze to the mezzanine and smirked. I gave them a subtle signal—a tilt of the head. They leaned over and whispered to the each other.
Within seconds, the assignment was understood. If they wanted to play spy, we were going to give them a show they'd never forget.
"I'd love to dance," I said to the man, my voice loud and clear.
I saw the shadow in the box stiffen.
I took the man's hand and let him lead me to the center of the dance floor. The music was a slow, heavy beat. I moved with him, letting my hips sway, making sure I was perfectly visible from the mezzanine. I wasn't looking at my partner; I was looking at the darkness above.
I saw him move.
Keifer didn't walk; he prowled. He descended the stairs like a predator. The crowd seemed to sense the danger radiating off him and parted instinctively.
Before my dance partner could even place a second hand on me, a massive, warm hand clamped onto my waist, pulling me back flush against a hard, familiar chest.
"Thanks for the dance, pal," Keifer's voice was a low, terrifying rumble that vibrated through my back. "But her husband is here now. She dances with me."
The man looked at Keifer's face—the cold, murderous intent in his eyes—and turned pale. He didn't say a word; he just backed away and vanished into the crowd.
Keifer didn't wait for a thank you. He gripped my wrist, his fingers firm but not painful, and dragged me toward the exit.
The other boys were following suit, rounding up the girls with various degrees of "protective fury."
He didn't speak until we reached the SUV. He opened the passenger door, practically lifting me inside, and climbed into the driver's seat. The air in the car was thick with his scent—leather, expensive cologne, and pure adrenaline.
"Why did you do that?" he demanded, his voice shaking with anger. "You knew I was there. You did that on purpose."
I leaned back against the leather seat, a small, triumphant smile on my lips. "That was your punishment for following us, Keifer. You don't trust me?"
"It's not about trust, Jay! It's about—"
He didn't finish. He lunged across the center console, his hand cupping the back of my neck as he crashed his lips against mine. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was hungry, desperate, and territorial. I tasted the salt of his skin and the heat of his breath.
I kept my mouth shut, teasing him, fueling his frustration until he let out a low growl and nipped sharply at my lower lip.
I gasped, and he used the opportunity to slide his tongue inside, claiming me with a ferocity that made my head spin. He pulled me over the console and onto his lap, his hands roaming over my back. He reached for the strap of my dress, sliding it down my shoulder.
"Keifer... stop," I managed to breathe out, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Everyone... the guys... they're right behind us."
He froze, his forehead resting against mine, his breathing ragged. He looked out the window and saw the other cars pulling out. With a frustrated groan, he moved me back to the passenger seat.
"Fine," he rasped, his eyes dark with a promise that made me shiver. "But we're not done."
He slammed the car into gear and tore out of the parking lot. He didn't head home. He drove fast, weaving through the outskirts of the city until we reached an old, empty service road flanked by trees and moonlight. He killed the engine and the lights.
Silence fell, heavy and expectant.
He didn't say a word as he climbed into the back seat, pulling me with him.
The space was cramped, intimate. He reached for the zip of my top, and this time, I didn't stop him. The red silk pooled around my waist, and he made quick work of my bra, casting it aside.
He pulled me onto his lap, his eyes fixed on me like I was the only thing left in the world.
He leaned down, his mouth finding my breast, sucking and biting with a hunger that made me cry out. His hands were everywhere—massaging, squeezing, marking me as his.
"Ah... umm... Keifer..." I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair. "Slow... ahh..."
He didn't listen. He was past the point of slow. While his mouth stayed busy, his hand slid down, disappearing inside my lace panties. Without warning, he drove two fingers inside me.
"F-fuck!" I shouted, the sudden sharpness of the sensation causing a brief flash of pain before it melted into a deep, thrumming ache.
He didn't pull back. He started a rhythmic thrusting, his thumb working against my center while his mouth returned to mine to swallow my moans.
"Oh God... Keif... ahh... umm... don't... stop... please... please..." I pleaded, my body arching against him.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his face tight with possession. "I'm just getting started, Jay," he murmured against my skin, his voice a dark caress. "You need to know... you belong to me. Only me."
He increased the pace, his fingers working me with a punishing intensity. I was falling apart, my vision blurring.
"Keifer, I'm... gonna... cum... ahh!"
I shattered, my body convulsing as I released. I felt the heat of it on his hand, and through the haze of my climax, I watched him bring his hand to his lips, licking the moisture away while his eyes never left mine.
I felt a deep blush creep up my neck, a mix of shame and overwhelming desire.
He didn't give me time to recover. In one fluid motion, he stripped out of his own clothes. He spread my legs wide against the seat, his body hovering over mine.
"Keiferrrrr..." I moaned as he lined himself up.
He didn't ease in. With one deep, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me. I cried out, the fullness of him stretching me, grounding me.
He started to move, his pace hard and punishing, mirroring the jealousy that had been eating at him all night. Every thrust was a statement. Mine. Mine. Mine.
"Keifer... don't... stop... hubby... ahh... ahhh!" I gasped, my hands clawing at his shoulders.
He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he drove harder, deeper.
"Tell me, Jay," he grunted, the sweat dripping from his brow. "Tell me who you belong to. Say it!"
"You!" I sobbed, my head tossing back against the seat. "Only you... Keifer... I'm yours!"
He let out a guttural sound, his movements becoming frantic as we both reached the edge. He gave one final, shattering thrust, pinning me to the seat as we both broke, the silence of the empty road filled only by the sound of our mingled breaths and the fading echo of my name on his lips.
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