KEIFER POV
She was doing this on purpose. I knew Jay-Jay better than anyone, and that innocent little tilt of her head as she accepted that prick's hand was a calculated move. When she started laughing at whatever he was saying, looking back at me with those defiant, sparkling eyes, my grip on my drink tightened until I thought the glass would shatter in my palm.
I looked at Jare and Aries. They were staring at their own girls with the exact same murderous expressions. It was a setup. Mia and Amy were pulling the same stunt, "socializing" a little too closely with some random guys from the Engineering department.
"They're doing this on purpose," Aries muttered, his voice dropping an octave into that dangerous territory. He looked like he was one second away from storming the dance floor and throwing a punch.
I nodded, my eyes locked on Jay-Jay's red dress. "What do we do now?" I asked, trying my best not to kill the asshole who was currently dancing with MY WIFE. His hand was hovering way too close to her waist for comfort.
"We should make them jealous, too," Jare suggested, a mischievous but dark glint in his eyes. He looked toward a group of girls across the room who had been eyeing us all night.
Aries and I looked at him like he'd lost his mind.
"They will kill us if they see us dancing with other girls," Aries countered, shaking his head. "If I even look at another girl, Amy won't let me back in the room for a month."
"And Jay-Jay?" I added, feeling the weight of her potential fury. "She'd make me sleep outside in the car. Or worse, she'd file a 'legal' restraining order just to spite me."
As much as I hated to admit it, Aries was right. We could handle a literal war—we'd faced Vex and his goons without blinking—but we were completely whipped when it came to our girls. Physical fighting? No problem. Dealing with their silent treatment? That was a death sentence.
"So you guys are just gonna let them win?" Jare asked, his eyes narrowing as he watched Mia laugh with another guy. He wasn't the type to take a loss lying down.
Aries and I looked at each other and nodded. We were ready to play it safe.
"Fine," Jare muttered. Just then, a girl approached our group. She looked directly at Jare and asked him to dance. To my absolute shock, that asshole actually said yes.
I looked over at the dance floor and saw Mia's expression shift instantly. Her eyes turned dark, her laughter dying out as she tracked Jare's every move. Damn, it's actually working, I thought.
Then, another girl approached me. She was wearing a tight dress and a confident smirk. "Hey handsome, care to dance with me?" she asked, tilting her head.
Normally, I would have told her to get lost before I even finished blinking. But I felt Jay-Jay's gaze on me from across the room. I looked over and saw her freeze, her hand still resting on that prick's arm.
Two can play at this game, Mrs. Watson.
"Sure," I said, my voice loud enough to carry. I took the girl's hand and led her out onto the dance floor, making sure we were positioned only a few feet away from Jay-Jay.
I didn't look at the girl I was dancing with. I didn't care about her. My eyes were locked onto my wife.
The change in Jay-Jay was instantaneous. The playful smirk she'd been wearing vanished, replaced by a flare of pure, unadulterated jealousy. Her grip on her partner's hand tightened so hard the guy actually winced. Her eyes were burning—the same fire I felt every time someone looked at her.
God, I loved it.
I leaned in a little closer to my partner, whispering some random nonsense just to make it look like we were having a deep conversation, all while keeping my eyes on Jay. I saw her jaw set, her nostrils flaring. She looked like she was about to pull a legal textbook out of thin air and throw it at my head.
I smirked at her, a challenge in my eyes. How does it feel, Jay-Jay?
She didn't stay still for long. I saw her whisper something to her partner—likely "Goodbye if you want to live"—and she started marching toward me. She didn't walk; she stalked, her red dress flowing behind her like a battle flag.
She reached us in record time. Without even looking at the girl I was with, Jay-Jay shoved her way between us, placing a firm, possessive hand on my chest.
"My turn," she snapped at the girl, her voice dripping with ice.
The girl looked at me, then at the terrifying expression on Jay's face, and wisely decided that her life was worth more than a dance. She bolted.
Jay-Jay turned back to me, her fingers digging into the fabric of my suit jacket. "You've got a lot of nerve, Watson," she hissed, her face flushed with anger and heat.
"I was just dancing, Jay," I said, mirroring her earlier words back to her. My smirk was wider than ever, enjoying the way her chest heaved with every breath she took. "Isn't that what we're here for? To socialize?"
She didn't say a single word. Instead, her hand clamped around my wrist with a strength that would have surprised anyone who didn't know she was the mutya of Section E. She dragged me out of the ballroom, through the quiet hallway, and straight into a nearby classroom that had been left unlocked.
The second we were inside, the door slammed shut with a resounding thud.
She shoved me back against the wood of the door, her eyes burning with a mixture of fury and desire that made my blood roar. She reached up, grabbing my collar with both hands and jerking me downward. Because of the height difference, I had to bend my knees, leaning into her space just so she could reach.
She didn't waste any time. She crashed her lips against mine in a kiss that wasn't polite, wasn't gentle, and certainly wasn't "legal."
It was a claim.
I let out a low groan, my hands immediately finding her waist and lifting her up until she was flushed against me. The red silk of her dress felt like fire against my palms. I could taste the lingering sweetness of the punch she'd been drinking and the raw, unbridled jealousy that was driving her right now.
"Mine," she breathed against my lips, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me even closer if that was even possible. "Don't you ever... let another girl touch you like that."
"I told you, Jay-Jay," I rasped, my voice thick and rough as I trailed kisses down to her jawline, marking her skin. "I'm your"
"Good," she whispered, her breath hitching as my hands slid lower, gripping her thighs. "Because if I see that again, I'm not just going to sue you, Watson. I'm going to make sure you can't walk for a week."
I chuckled, a dark, vibrating sound in my chest. "Is that a threat or a promise, Counselor?"
"Both," she smirked, her eyes locking onto mine.
The sounds of the gala were muffled through the thick door, feeling like they belonged to a completely different world. Out there, we were just college freshmen. In here, in the dark of an empty classroom, we were exactly who we'd always been—two people who would burn the world down for each other.
"Let's go home, Jay," I murmured, my forehead resting against hers. "Before I decide this classroom is a perfectly good place to stay for the rest of the night."
I didn't turn the car toward our house. If I went back there, we'd be interrupted by Keigan asking for help with a project or Keiran raiding the fridge. No. Tonight, I needed to make sure she fully understood the consequences of her little "performance" on the dance floor.
I drove straight to the nearby Watson International Hotel. It was one of the flagship properties owned by my family, and I had my own private suite on the top floor that stayed ready 24/7.
"Keifer? Where are we going? This isn't the way home," she asked, looking out the window as the skyscraper's neon logo came into view.
I didn't answer right away. I pulled into the private VIP entrance, the valet immediately stepping forward. I handed him the keys without a word, my eyes never leaving Jay-Jay. The red of her dress seemed to glow under the hotel's canopy lights, reminding me of the fire she'd started in me.
"I told you, Jay-Jay," I said, my voice low and dangerously calm as I walked around to open her door. "You wanted to play games tonight. Now we're playing by my rules."
I grabbed her hand, my grip firm and possessive, and led her through the private elevator bank. The silence in the gold-trimmed elevator was heavy, thick with the tension that had been building since she first let that guy touch her waist.
When the doors opened to the penthouse, I didn't even turn on the lights. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city, the moonlight washing over the room in shades of blue and silver.
I pulled her into the center of the room, spinning her around so she was trapped between me and the view of the city.
"You thought it was funny, didn't you?" I rasped, leaning down so our noses were touching. "Watching me lose my mind while you danced with that prick?"
"Keifer..." she started, her voice a mix of a challenge and a whisper.
"No, Counselor. You're off the clock," I interrupted, my hands sliding up from her waist to her neck, my thumbs tilting her chin up. "You spent all night showing the world how good you look in this dress. Now, you're going to spend the rest of the night remembering who gets to take it off you."
I saw her swallow hard, her eyes widening as the reality of my 'jealous side' finally hit her. She had poked the lion, and now she was in the den.
"Any objections?" I whispered against her lips.
Jay-Jay didn't say a word. She just reached up, her fingers trembling slightly as she gripped the lapels of my suit jacket, pulling me down into a kiss that told me exactly what her answer was.
The silence of the penthouse was quickly replaced by the sound of our ragged breathing. I didn't have the patience for zippers or delicate handling tonight. My hands found the silk of that red dress—the dress that had been driving me insane all night—and with one sharp, possessive tug, the fabric gave way.
"Keifer! You ripped it!" Jay gasped, her voice a mix of shock and a whimper as the ruined silk pooled at her feet.
"I don't care about the dress, Jay-Jay," I growled against her skin. "I hated seeing you in it because everyone else was looking. Now, only I can see you."
I didn't waste another second. I worked quickly, discarding the rest of her clothes until she was completely bare before me, bathed in the silver glow of the city lights reflecting off the windows. She looked breathtaking—my wife, my 'Little Boss,' and the only person who could ever make me lose control like this.
I crashed my lips back onto hers, deepening the kiss until she was breathless. My mouth traced a path of fire down her body, marking every inch of her as mine. I moved from her lips to her jaw, then lower to her collarbone, leaving small, dark reminders on her pale skin.
"Keifer... please..." she moaned, her head falling back as her fingers tangled desperately in my hair, holding me against her.
She was a mess—a beautiful, panting, moaning mess. And she was my mess.
When my teeth grazed the sensitive skin of her stomach, she let out a sharp cry. "KEIFER!"
"Moan louder, Jay," I commanded, my voice vibrating against her skin as I moved higher, my mouth claiming her chest. I wanted her to forget every other man in that ballroom. I wanted her to forget everything except the feeling of my hands and my mouth on her.
"I'm the only one allowed to touch you like this," I rasped, looking up at her with eyes darkened by a hunger that only she could satisfy. "Remind me who you belong to."
"You... only you," she choked out, her back arching as she pulled me back up for another searing kiss.
I didn't slow down. While my mouth stayed locked on hers, swallowing her gasps, I used my hand to find her core, my fingers moving with a punishing, rhythmic speed. I wanted her to feel the weight of my jealousy and the depth of my obsession all at once.
"KEIFER!" she cried out against my lips, her voice muffled but sharp with an intensity she couldn't control. She was shaking in my arms, her body coiled like a spring about to snap.
Her legs felt weak, her knees buckling, but I caught her, holding her up even as I increased the pressure. I knew exactly where to touch her to make her see stars, and right now, I wasn't holding back. I wanted her skin flushed and her mind completely blank of everything except the way I was making her feel.
"You like that, Counselor?" I whispered, breaking the kiss just enough to see her eyes—blown wide and dark with pleasure. "This is what happens when you try to play me."
She couldn't even form a sentence, just let out a broken "Yes..." as her fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails scratching against my suit jacket.
I leaned down, my lips grazing her ear as I felt her start to peak. "Good. Because I'm just getting started. You're going to scream my name until you lose your voice tonight."
I felt the first waves of her release ripple through her, her body shuddering against mine. I didn't stop, pushing her further, making sure she felt every single spark before I finally pulled her close, letting her recover for only a second before I started unbuckling my own belt.
She'd wanted to see the jealous Keifer Watson? She had him. And I wasn't planning on letting her sleep until long after the city lights went out.
I didn't waste another second. I kicked off my slacks and was out of my shirt in a heartbeat, the cool air of the penthouse hitting my skin, but I was burning up from the inside. I pushed her back onto the plush mattress of the king-sized bed, the white sheets contrasting with her flushed, honey-toned skin.
I hovered over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other traced the curve of her hip. I started at her ankles and worked my way up, leaving a trail of open-mouthed, wet kisses that made her skin sizzle. Every time my tongue flicked against her inner thigh or the hollow of her throat, she jumped, her back arching off the bed.
"Keifer…" she moaned.
Her voice sounded different now—heavy, syrupy, and completely broken.
Right now, she was just my Jay-Jay, falling apart under me.
"You're not so talkative now, Counselor," I rasped, my voice vibrating against the sensitive skin of her stomach. "What happened to all those smart remarks? All that laughing with that guy on the dance floor?"
I moved up to her chest, my teeth grazing her skin just enough to leave a mark. I wanted everyone to see tomorrow that she belonged to a Watson. I wanted her to feel me in every fiber of her being.
"Answer me, Jay," I commanded, moving my lips back to hers, our breaths mingling in the dark room.
"It... it was just a game," she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as she tried to catch her breath.
"Well, you lost," I growled, my hand sliding down to her core again, finding her even wetter and more ready than before. "And now I'm collecting my prize."
I positioned myself between her legs, the friction of our skin sending sparks through my nervous system. I looked down at her—her hair spread out like a dark halo on the pillow, her lips swollen from my kisses, and her eyes looking at me with a mix of surrender and desperate need.
"Say it," I muttered, my forehead resting against hers. "Tell me who owns you."
"You do," she choked out, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer. "Only you, Keifer. Always."
That was all the permission I needed. I stopped holding back and let the jealousy, the possessiveness, and the absolute love I felt for her take over, sinking into her and making us one in the quiet of the night.
I didn't need to be told twice. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, the scent of her perfume and the heat of her skin making my head spin. I drove into her with a raw, primal rhythm that echoed through the silent penthouse.
"KEIFER!" she screamed, her voice cracking as she threw her head back, her fingers digging deep enough into my back to leave marks.
"Fuck, Jay," I growled, the sensation nearly shattering my resolve. "Still so tight... even after all this time." Every time we were together, it felt like a discovery, but tonight, with the jealousy still simmering in my veins, it was a conquest.
"Please, Keifer... go faster!" she pleaded, her hips rising to meet mine, her legs locking around my waist to pull me even deeper.
I lost it completely. Any shred of the "cool, calculated" Keifer Watson was gone. I increased the pace, the bed frame hitting the wall in a steady, frantic beat that matched our racing hearts. The city lights outside were a blur; the only thing that was real was the way she felt around me and the way she screamed my name like I was her entire world.
I watched her face as she reached her limit—the way her eyes glazed over, her lips parted in a breathless gasp, and the flush that spread across her chest.
I felt the final, frantic clench of her muscles around me as she finally came, her voice dying out into a broken whimper. Right along with her, I let go, my own climax hitting me with a force that made my vision white. I came so hard I could feel my heart hammering against my ribs, a perfect mirror to her own frantic pulse.
I collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her, though I didn't have the strength to move just yet. The silence in the room was heavy, filled only by the sounds of our ragged, synchronized breathing and the distant hum of the city far below.
The jealousy that had been burning in my gut all night was gone, replaced by a deep, numbing satisfaction that settled into my bones.
I shifted slightly, burying my face in the curve of her neck, my skin damp with sweat. Jay-Jay's arms were still draped weakly over my shoulders, her fingers tracing idle, exhausted patterns against the back of my neck.
"You okay?" I managed to rasp out, my voice sounding like I'd been gargling gravel.
"I hate you," she whispered, though there was no bite in it. "I'm pretty sure my legs are officially broken."
I let out a low, tired chuckle and pressed a soft kiss to her temple. "You started it, Counselor. I just finished it."
"Remind me never to dance with a guy from Engineering ever again," she breathed, her eyes finally fluttering shut.
"I'll remind you," I promised, rolling onto my side and pulling her with me, tucking her back against my chest so we were both covered by the rumpled sheets. "Every single day if I have to."
As I held her there, the moonlight from the window hitting the ruins of that red dress on the floor, I knew the college years ahead of us would be stressful. There would be more exams, more annoying students, and more "socializing." But as long as I had her like this—yielding, mine, and completely safe—I could handle anything.
"Goodnight, Jay," I murmured, feeling sleep finally start to pull at me.
"Goodnight, Keifer... my possessive idiot," she mumbled back, already drifting off.
I smirked, closing my eyes. Her possessive idiot. And I wouldn't have it any other way.