Jay POV...
I stood there for another full minute staring at the clothes like they personally betrayed me.
This was insane.
Who even prepares matching clothes, slippers, skincare, accessories and literally innerwear for someone they kidnapped to a beach?!
Psychopath behavior.
Absolute psychopath behavior.
Still...
My eyes slowly drifted toward the bathroom door again.
And honestly after spending the whole day at school, sleeping in a car and waking up looking like a haunted scarecrow...the shower was sounding more and more tempting.
"...Fine," I muttered dramatically to myself. "But only because I look ugly right now."
I grabbed the clothes carefully and walked toward the bathroom.
The moment I opened the door—
Oh.
Of course.
It was huge too.
Why was everything here unnecessarily gigantic?!
The bathroom looked like some luxury hotel spa. White marble everywhere, soft warm lights, a massive glass shower area, scented candles near the sink and even huge windows facing the ocean while white curtains moved softly because of the wind.
Rich people really lived differently huh.
I mean...I was rich too.
Very rich actually.
But thanks to the plot twists my life keeps throwing at me, I could never openly live like that for too long.
And honestly...I was never one of those mall dolls who are rich but do not even know the taste of street food or jeepney rides.
I can be both when needed.
Luxury? Fine.
Street food at midnight? Also fine.
Meanwhile Keifer looked like he casually spent millions just because he got bored.
I slowly walked toward the mirror first and stared at myself again.
Still terrible.
Actually worse somehow.
My hair looked even messier now from the beach wind earlier and there was literally a crease line across my cheek from sleeping weirdly.
I pointed at my reflection dramatically.
"This is your fault Keifer Waston."
Then I sighed before finally turning on the shower.
Warm water immediately poured down softly and honestly...the moment it touched my skin I nearly melted from relief.
God.
I did not realize how exhausted I actually was until now.
The warmth slowly relaxed my body while I washed away the entire school day, the car ride and the weird drugged sleep.
Still cannot believe that idiot literally made me sleep with mystery water.
Criminal.
Actual criminal.
While washing my hair my thoughts slowly drifted back toward earlier in the car.
The way he thanked me.
The way he kept asking about Mr. Mariano.
And the way he stopped pushing when I clearly did not want to answer.
...
That part surprised me the most.
Usually Keifer keeps teasing and pushing until he gets reactions from people.
But earlier...he stopped.
Like he noticed I genuinely did not want to talk about it.
And somehow that made my chest feel weirdly warm.
Annoying.
Everything about him was annoying.
Even when he was being nice somehow it still irritated me.
After showering I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and walked back toward the closet area.
Then immediately froze again after seeing all the clothes.
Right.
I still had to wear the things HE bought.
I stared at them suspiciously before finally choosing the safest option possible.
A black fitted camisole top with thin straps and soft grey shorts.
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The black top hugged softly around my body while the thin straps rested perfectly on my shoulders. The grey shorts looked comfortable and soft, sitting perfectly on my waist with loose relaxed fabric.
Simple.
Comfortable.
Nothing too much.
Definitely not giving him fashion show.
Unfortunately...the outfit looked REALLY good.
Which irritated me more.
Then my eyes drifted toward the innerwear section again and my soul almost left my body for the second time today.
Because everything fit PERFECTLY.
Not slightly fitting.
Not guessing size.
Perfect.
The bra size was literally exact.
I stood in front of the mirror staring at myself in disbelief while adjusting the strap slightly.
"...How the hell..."
Did he seriously figure THIS much out just from hugging me?!
That was insane.
Actually horrifying.
My face immediately heated up while my brain started replaying every single time this idiot hugged me too closely.
No.
WAIT.
That sounds worse.
And the lower innerwear too—
Perfect size.
Not loose.
Not tight.
Exactly right.
I stared at myself in horror again.
"Does he secretly measure people with his eyes or something?!" I whisper shouted dramatically.
Psychopath.
Absolute psychopath.
Then another horrifying thought entered my brain.
Does he...?
No.
No absolutely not.
I immediately buried my burning face into my hands.
"Well leave it..." I muttered aggressively to myself because my brain physically could not handle this information anymore.
Still...
Unfortunately everything looked expensive, soft and ridiculously comfortable.
After drying my hair properly I looked at myself in the mirror again.
Okay...
Much better.
The crease line on my cheek was almost gone now, my skin looked fresh again after the shower and my slightly wet hair fell naturally around my shoulders.
I no longer looked like a sleep deprived zombie straight from school.
Thank God.
Then suddenly my stomach growled loudly.
...
Oh.
Right.
I was hungry as hell.
I barely ate anything after breakfast because of all the school chaos and then this psychopath kidnapped me straight after class.
I sighed dramatically before finally opening the bedroom door and walking downstairs carefully while holding the railing lightly.
And honestly...
Just from one glance below...
This beach house was even crazier than the room upstairs.
Jay POV...
The moment I reached downstairs my eyes immediately landed on him.
Of course.
Keifer was standing near the open living area with both hands casually inside the pockets of his black lowers while the ocean wind moved his loose white shirt slightly. The warm lights around the villa reflected softly against him while the sound of waves filled the quiet atmosphere.
The entire villa looked insane.
Huge glass walls, modern interiors, soft golden lights everywhere and the open space directly facing the ocean like some luxury movie set.
Honestly the place looked beautiful.
Too bad the owner was mentally unstable.
The moment he noticed me walking downstairs...
He froze slightly.
Very slightly.
But I noticed.
His eyes slowly moved over me carefully starting from my slightly wet hair down toward the black fitted camisole hugging softly around my body and then toward the grey shorts sitting comfortably on my waist.
And he just...stared.
For one second.
Two seconds.
Okay why was he staring this hard?!
His expression changed subtly while his jaw tightened slightly like he suddenly forgot what he was thinking about earlier.
Then finally he leaned back lazily against the counter behind him while looking at me with that stupid dangerous smirk again.
"...Looks good."
My face heated up immediately for absolutely no reason.
DO NOT REACT JAY.
I immediately pointed at him accusingly instead.
"DO NOT CHANGE THE TOPIC."
He looked completely unbothered. "I did not even say a topic yet."
"You kidnapped me!"
"I brought you here."
"YOU DRUGGED ME!"
"You were just sleepy."
My jaw dropped in disbelief.
This man actually had no shame.
I quickly walked closer while glaring at him. "Do you even realize Angelo is probably looking for me right now?!"
That finally made him look at me properly again.
"I am staying at Fernandez house currently!" I continued angrily. "Kuya Angelo probably thinks I got kidnapped for real!"
...
Actually wait.
Knowing Angelo...
He probably already guessed Keifer was behind this somehow.
Still.
THAT WAS NOT THE POINT.
"And Percy was supposed to come back tonight too!" I added dramatically while throwing my hands in the air. "Then tomorrow Jass is coming too and now everyone is going to think I disappeared!"
The moment the name left my mouth...
Keifer's relaxed expression changed slightly.
Subtly.
But I noticed it immediately.
His jaw tightened a little while his eyes narrowed almost invisibly.
"...Jass?" he repeated calmly.
I blinked.
Oh.
Ohhhhh.
I slowly looked at him suspiciously.
"You mean Jason?" he asked again this time quieter.
I stared at him for few seconds.
Then realization fully hit me.
...
THIS IDIOT WAS JEALOUS.
My eyes widened slightly before a grin almost appeared on my face automatically.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
I crossed my arms dramatically while pretending innocence.
"Yes. Jass."
His expression became even flatter somehow.
"You call him that?"
I immediately noticed the slight irritation in his voice now.
Wow.
This was entertaining.
"He is my friend," I replied casually on purpose. "Obviously I call him Jass."
Silence.
Then Keifer suddenly pushed himself off the counter slowly.
And oh.
Maybe teasing him while we were alone together was not the smartest idea.
Because the way he looked at me now—
Dangerous.
Jealous.
And very annoyed.
I immediately pointed at him again before he could even speak.
"Actually no forget this I am leaving!"
I quickly turned dramatically and marched toward the villa entrance while muttering insults under my breath.
"Psychopath...kidnapper...water drugger..."
But the moment I stepped outside properly—
I froze.
...
Wait.
I slowly looked around.
Then looked again.
Ocean.
Ocean.
More ocean.
Palm trees.
Huge villa.
Ocean AGAIN.
There was literally NOTHING else around.
No nearby buildings.
No roads.
No people.
No other houses.
Just this giant villa surrounded by dark ocean under the night sky.
...
My soul left my body slightly.
I slowly turned around toward Keifer standing near the doorway now with both hands casually inside his pockets again.
"...Where exactly are we?" I asked slowly.
A small smirk appeared on his face.
"Private island."
I blinked once.
Twice.
"...Excuse me?"
"I bought it," he added casually like he was talking about buying snacks.
WHAT?!
I stared at him in complete disbelief.
"You BOUGHT an entire island?!"
"Hm."
No.
Absolutely not.
Rich people needed to be stopped immediately.
I looked around the island again feeling slightly dizzy now.
"So you are telling me..." I pointed around dramatically. "There is literally no way for me to leave?!"
"You can leave later," he replied calmly.
I looked at him in betrayal.
"I hate you."
"You still look cute angry."
"I HATE YOU MORE."
He chuckled softly while walking toward me slowly.
Meanwhile I stayed there with crossed arms trying to look intimidating despite wearing cute grey shorts and beach wind attacking my hair every two seconds.
"I want to go home," I muttered stubbornly.
"And you will."
"No. NOW."
Then unfortunately at the worst possible timing ever—
My stomach growled loudly.
...
Traitor.
Absolute traitor.
Keifer looked down slightly trying very hard not to laugh.
I immediately looked away with maximum dignity.
"I am still angry."
"Hm." He nodded seriously. "You can stay angry while eating."
I stayed silent.
Then he added casually,
"Your favorite dishes are ready already by the way."
...
My eyes betrayed me instantly by looking at him.
That idiot noticed immediately too because his smirk widened.
"No," I replied stubbornly.
"The kitchen made sinigang, garlic rice, crispy chicken and mango float."
...
Oh my God.
I hate this man.
Because why would he remember all my favorite foods?!
And why was I suddenly starving enough to cry?!
I looked toward the dark ocean dramatically trying to stay strong.
Then my stomach growled AGAIN.
Louder this time.
Keifer finally laughed softly behind me.
Embarrassing.
Absolutely embarrassing.
I slowly turned back toward the villa while glaring at him.
"Do not think this means I forgive you."
"Of course," he replied innocently. "You are only eating because you are hungry."
"Exactly."
"And definitely not because I planned everything perfectly?"
I narrowed my eyes at him immediately.
"...Shut up."
Then with maximum remaining pride I walked back inside the villa because honestly at this point survival mattered more than anger.
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