✦ CHAPTER — "Don't Make Her Wait" ✦
Jayjay's POV
The mansion felt different when mafia work was happening.
Not scary.
Just… heavier.
Like the air itself knew when Keifer Watson was in that mood.
I sat on the kitchen counter swinging my legs slowly, watching everything from a distance.
Men were moving around the hall.
Low voices.
Serious faces.
Phones ringing.
And in the middle of it all—
Keifer.
Black shirt. Rolled sleeves. Calm expression that didn't match the tension in the room.
He was talking to someone on speaker.
"…you had one job."
Silence on the other end.
Even I could tell the person was panicking 😭
I leaned slightly back on my hands, bored.
"Keifer," I called casually.
Every head in the room paused for half a second.
Oh right.
I forgot.
They still did that 😭🖤
Keifer didn't even turn fully.
Just tilted his head slightly.
"Hm."
I pointed at him lazily.
"Come here."
One of the men choked slightly.
The other looked like he was questioning reality.
Keifer, however… just ended the call.
Put the phone down.
And walked toward me.
Completely calm.
Like I hadn't just interrupted a mafia situation 😭
He stopped in front of the counter.
"…what?"
I tilted my head.
"Carry me."
Silence.
That word landed in the room like a bomb 😭🤣
One of the men actually looked away like he needed space to process life choices.
Keifer stared at me for a moment.
"…you're sitting."
"I'm tired of sitting."
"…you were sitting for five minutes."
"And?"
Another pause.
Then quietly—like it was the most normal thing in the world—
"…come here."
He stepped closer.
Before I even processed it—
his hands slid under my legs and back.
And he lifted me off the counter effortlessly.
Like I weighed nothing 😭🖤
I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck without thinking.
"Good."
"…you're unbelievable."
"I know."
---
The room went silent.
Completely silent.
Men were frozen mid-step.
One dropped a file.
No one moved 😭
Because their boss—
mafia king Keifer Watson—
was currently carrying his wife like a child through a war meeting.
And she looked completely comfortable doing it.
---
Keifer didn't even look at them.
Just adjusted his grip on me slightly.
"You interrupted my work."
I hummed.
"I improved it."
That got a quiet exhale from him.
Not a laugh.
But something softer.
---
As we walked through the hall, I rested my head lightly on his shoulder.
The warmth was familiar.
Safe.
I noticed one of the men still staring.
I waved lazily.
"Hi."
He almost bowed out of instinct 😭🤣
---
Keifer stopped briefly near the doorway of another room where two men were waiting.
He spoke without putting me down.
"…continue."
The men nodded instantly.
Too fast.
Way too fast.
Then one of them glanced at me.
And very quietly muttered—
"…Little Boss really does whatever she wants."
I smiled proudly.
"I heard that."
Keifer tightened his hold on me slightly.
"Don't encourage her."
But his voice had no real anger in it.
---
Later, when the tension of work slightly faded, I shifted in his arms.
"Keifer."
"Hm."
"You're going to drop me one day."
"No."
"…you're very confident."
"I don't drop things that belong to me."
I went quiet for a second.
Then softly leaned into him again.
"…good."
---
And for the first time that day—
he didn't put me down immediately.
Just carried me through the mansion like it was the most normal thing in the world 💌🖤
✦ CHAPTER — "Too Close Now" ✦
Keifer's POV
I didn't notice when it started happening.
That's the problem with things like this.
They don't announce themselves.
They just… become normal.
Jay sitting on my kitchen counter while I worked.
Jay following me through hallways without asking.
Jay holding my sleeve like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Jay in my arms like she had always belonged there.
At some point—
I stopped questioning it.
And that was dangerous.
---
I remember when I first met her.
Too loud.
Too curious.
Too fearless in all the wrong ways.
She talked too much.
Stared too long.
Never learned when to stop.
I used to think she was a problem.
Now I realize…
she was just becoming my problem.
---
That night, I stood alone in my office long after everyone had left.
The mansion was quiet.
Too quiet.
My eyes drifted to the empty space beside my desk.
She had been there earlier.
Sitting on the edge.
Kicking her legs.
Asking unnecessary questions while I worked.
Now it felt wrong that she wasn't there.
Uncomfortable.
I frowned slightly at that thought.
Since when did silence feel like something missing?
---
My phone lit up briefly.
A message from one of my men:
> "Little Boss is asleep. She refused to leave the couch."
I stared at it for a moment longer than I should have.
Then I put the phone down.
But I didn't move immediately.
Because something about that message sat heavy in my chest.
Little Boss.
They started calling her that without thinking now.
Like she wasn't just my wife.
Like she belonged to them too.
That alone should have bothered me.
Instead…
I found myself more bothered by the idea of her not being around them at all.
---
I walked through the mansion quietly.
No guards followed.
No noise.
Just me.
And the thought of her sleeping somewhere downstairs.
---
When I found her, she was curled on the couch.
Half-covered in a blanket.
Hair messy.
One hand still loosely holding a pillow like she refused to let go even in sleep.
Her face looked softer like this.
Quieter.
Less sharp than when she's awake and trying to act fearless.
---
I stopped.
Just stood there.
And for the first time—
I actually noticed it.
How close I was.
Too close.
Not physically.
But everything else.
---
She wasn't someone I managed anymore.
Or tolerated.
She was someone I checked on.
Looked for.
Noticed instantly when she wasn't there.
My routine had adjusted around her without permission.
Even my silence felt different now.
---
I crouched slightly beside the couch.
Her breathing was slow.
Peaceful.
My hand hovered for a moment before I gently pulled the blanket higher over her shoulders.
She didn't wake.
Just shifted slightly closer to my touch.
That small movement did something I didn't expect.
---
I stared at her for a long time.
Because I remembered clearly.
How this started.
How I didn't want her here.
How I thought she was just… noise.
And now?
Now I couldn't imagine a place in this house where she didn't exist.
---
I exhaled quietly.
"…how did this happen."
My voice was low.
Not a question anyone was meant to answer.
---
I should've left her there.
Let her sleep.
But instead—
I lifted her carefully into my arms.
She moved slightly, instinctively gripping my shirt without waking.
Still trusting me even asleep.
That thought hit harder than it should have.
---
As I carried her upstairs, I realized something I hadn't admitted yet.
It wasn't that she got close to me.
It was that I stopped stepping back.
---
And somewhere between hatred, irritation, and control…
I ended up here.
Holding her like she was something I would never let go of.
---
When I reached the room, I placed her gently on the bed.
She didn't wake fully.
Just whispered something unclear and turned toward my side of the bed like she belonged there.
---
I stood there for a moment longer.
Watching.
Thinking.
Feeling something I didn't have a name for yet.
---
"…too close," I murmured quietly.
But I didn't move away.
Not even once.
✦ CHAPTER — "Don't Talk Right Now." ✦
The rain had been falling all evening.
Soft at first.
Then heavier.
Until the entire mansion felt like it was wrapped in distant thunder and flickering shadows.
A power cut had left only one warm lamp glowing in the living room.
Golden light spilling across the sofa.
And somehow…
it made everything feel closer.
Safer.
More intimate than usual.
---
Jay was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, wrapped in a hoodie, a book open in her hands.
But she wasn't really reading anymore.
Because she was surrounded.
One of the men was sitting on the floor near her feet, listening like she was telling the most important story in the world.
Another leaned on the armrest, laughing quietly at something she said.
Even Freya and Mia were there, half curled into the cushions, reacting to her like she was the center of the room.
Jay was talking animatedly now, flipping a page with one hand while explaining something dramatic from her day.
And she looked… happy.
Warm.
At home in a way she didn't even notice.
---
The front door clicked open.
Cold air slipped in with it.
Keifer stepped inside.
Still in his shirt.
Tie loosened.
Jacket damp from rain.
Boots heavy against the floor.
He didn't speak.
Didn't look around at first.
Just paused.
Listening.
---
Then he saw her.
---
Jay.
Sitting in the middle of everyone.
Smiling slightly as she talked.
Surrounded.
Comfortable.
Unbothered.
---
Keifer's eyes narrowed faintly.
Not anger.
Something quieter.
He removed his jacket slowly.
Set it aside.
Then his boots.
One by one.
No greeting.
No warning.
---
Everyone noticed him immediately.
Silence shifted in the room.
The men straightened slightly.
Freya sat up a little.
Mia blinked.
Even the atmosphere changed without anyone speaking.
---
Jay looked up mid-sentence.
"…Keifer?"
He didn't answer.
---
He walked past everyone like they weren't there.
Straight to the sofa.
Straight to her.
And before she could even fully register it—
he sat down beside her.
Pulled her into his arms in one motion.
---
Not gentle.
Not dramatic.
Just… immediate.
Like he had been holding himself back all day and finally stopped trying.
---
Jay froze slightly.
"…you're wet," she muttered softly.
No response.
---
Keifer buried his face into the side of her neck.
Completely silent.
His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.
One leg shifted up onto the sofa, grounding himself against her like she was the only stable thing in the room.
---
The book in her hand slowly slipped down onto her lap.
She blinked.
"…Keifer?"
Still nothing.
---
His grip tightened slightly.
Not rough.
Just firm.
Like he was tired in a way words couldn't fix.
His breath was warm against her skin, steadying slowly now that he was there.
---
One of the men coughed awkwardly somewhere in the background.
Freya whispered something like: "…oh my god."
Mia just stared.
But Keifer didn't react to any of it.
Not even slightly.
---
His hands slipped under her hoodie quietly 🤍🎧
Resting there.
Warm against her waist.
Not moving much.
Just holding.
---
Jay hesitated for a second.
Then slowly lowered her hand to his hair.
Fingers brushing through it gently.
"…you're tired," she said softer now.
---
A faint exhale.
That was his only answer.
---
He shifted closer again, face still buried against her neck, as if her presence alone was pulling him back from whatever long day he had just survived.
The rain outside got louder.
The lamp flickered slightly.
And inside the mansion—
everything felt paused around them.
---
After a long moment, Jay spoke again.
"…you scared them."
That earned the smallest reaction from him.
A quiet breath against her skin.
Almost like a laugh that never fully came out.
---
But he still didn't move.
Didn't lift his head.
Didn't let go🩷✨️
---
Just stayed there.
Holding her like he had finally come home.
And didn't want to exist anywhere else 🫀❤️
---
✦ CHAPTER — "Still Here" ✦
The mansion was quiet again.
The kind of quiet that only comes late at night—when everything outside slows down and even the rain has finally stopped tapping against the windows.
Only the soft glow of a lamp in the living room stayed on.
Warm.
Low.
Still.
---
Jay was still on the sofa.
Same place.
Same hoodie.
Same position.
Her head resting slightly against Keifer's shoulder while a book lay forgotten on her lap.
She wasn't reading anymore.
She hadn't been for a while.
Because he hadn't moved.
---
Keifer was still holding her.
One arm around her waist under the hoodie.
Face buried against her neck.
Completely still.
Like if he let go even a little, something would shift that he didn't want to lose.
---
It had been hours.
---
Jay blinked slowly, glancing at the clock on the wall.
11:03 PM.
"…Keifer," she whispered softly.
No response.
---
She shifted slightly, trying to sit up a little.
Immediately—
his arm tightened.
Not harsh.
Just instinct.
Like sleep didn't matter if she moved.
"…don't," he murmured low, voice rough and half-asleep.
---
Jay froze for a second.
Then sighed quietly.
"You've been like this the entire evening."
Silence.
Then, softer:
"Good."
---
That single word made her pause.
Then she gave up trying to move.
Instead, she gently ran her fingers through his hair.
Slow.
Careful.
---
A few minutes passed like that.
Warm.
Still.
---
Eventually, Keifer finally stirred.
Slowly lifting his head slightly from her neck.
Eyes half-open.
Tired.
"…what time is it?"
"Almost eleven."
Silence.
Then he sat up properly, still holding her waist loosely like letting go wasn't an option he liked.
---
He looked at her for a moment.
Then at himself.
At how they were still sitting like this.
"…you didn't move."
Jay raised a brow slightly.
"You're the one who didn't move."
That earned a quiet exhale from him.
Almost a laugh.
---
After a moment, he stood slowly.
Still close.
Still watching her.
"…bath."
Jay blinked.
"…together?"
A pause.
Then calmly:
"Yes."
Like it was the most normal thing in the world 😭🤍
---
---
Steam filled the bathroom softly.
Warm water running.
Quiet light reflecting off marble walls.
No tension.
No noise.
Just them.
---
Jay stood near the sink adjusting her hair slightly while Keifer leaned over to turn the water off.
Still close.
Always close.
---
Neither of them spoke much at first.
It wasn't awkward.
Just natural.
Like they didn't need conversation to exist near each other anymore.
---
Keifer glanced at her for a moment.
Then gently reached out, brushing damp strands of hair away from her face.
"…you're tired."
Jay hummed softly.
"So are you."
---
A pause.
Then he stepped closer.
Not rushing.
Just there.
---
"Come here."
Quiet voice.
No command.
Just habit.
---
Jay moved closer without thinking.
And that was all it took.
---
His hand rested lightly on her waist as he adjusted the water again.
Then slowly, carefully, they both stepped under the warm shower together.
Not rushed.
Not chaotic.
Just close.
---
Jay leaned slightly into him after a moment, resting her head against his chest.
"…you're still holding me."
Keifer glanced down.
"…I know."
"…you don't let go easily, do you?"
A pause.
Then softly:
"No."
---
The water ran gently over them.
Warm.
Comforting.
Filling the silence instead of breaking it.
---
And for once…
neither of them tried to move away first.
Because somehow, in that quiet night—
staying close felt like the most natural thing in the world. 🤍🫀