Keifer's POV
Jay-Jay had fallen asleep on my back again.
I carried her all the way to the car, careful not to wake her, and gently laid her down on the back seat. She curled up immediately, like she belonged there. I shut the door softly and leaned against the car for a second, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
Once she was settled, I slid into the driver's seat and opened the document Honey had sent me about the company. Numbers, projections, responsibilities—things I should've been focused on.
I was just about to open the next file when my phone rang.
A video call.
Unknown number.
I frowned and adjusted the camera, half-expecting Cin or Ciel pulling another stupid prank. I was already ready to hang up—
"Hi, Keifer."
I froze.
Sienna.
I looked properly at the screen this time. "Sienna?" I asked. "How did you get my number?"
She hesitated. "Um… the teacher gave it to me."
I narrowed my eyes. "I don't remember that."
She laughed awkwardly. "You were asleep. Our names were paired together."
That explained it.
"When's the presentation?" I asked, straight to the point.
"Friday afternoon," she replied quickly.
"Okay."
Then she tilted her head. "Where are you right now?"
"That's not your business," I said calmly.
There was a pause. "Are you still angry with me?"
"No," I answered honestly.
She relaxed a little and cracked a joke—one I didn't expect. A small laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it.
I cleared my throat immediately. "Look, if you need anything, meet me after school. Mornings and breaks are off-limits. I'm busy with my wife."
Right on cue—
Pinch.
Sharp. Targeted.
I flinched.
"What's wrong?" Sienna asked, confused.
"Nothing," I said quickly, forcing a smile. "Car cramp."
Before she could say anything else, I ended the call.
I turned around slowly.
Jay-Jay was still lying there… eyes closed… way too still.
Pretending.
An idea hit me.
I picked up my phone again and spoke loudly, clearly.
"Hi, Percy. Yes, I'm available for the pool party tonight. Time? 9 p.m. sharp. Yeah, no problem."
I ended the call and turned toward the back seat.
Jay-Jay's eyes snapped open.
The look on her face—pure disbelief, betrayal, and drama—was priceless.
I burst out laughing. Loud. Unapologetic.
She sat up instantly. "You—YOU—"
I laughed even harder.
"This is not funny!" she shouted, scrambling to get out of the car.
I reached for her, but she was already out, standing there with her arms crossed and her lips pressed into a dangerous line.
And that's when I knew—
I was in serious trouble.