Jay jay pov:
By the time I reached my apartment, my stomach was pleasantly full, the warmth of breakfast still settling in. I placed my keys on the counter and took a slow breath, letting the quiet sink in.
No rush.
No chaos.
But work didn't care about comfort.
I slipped off my shoes, rolled up the sleeves of my top, and headed straight for the couch. My laptop waited where I'd left it the night before. One tap and the screen came alive, the familiar glow pulling me back into reality.
Emails loaded first.
Too many of them.
I skimmed through updates from the operations team, flagged a few messages from finance, and opened the project tracker. Deadlines stared back at me in bold red text, unimpressed by the fact that I'd just eaten or that my body wanted rest.
I adjusted the laptop on my lap and started typing—approvals, revisions, instructions. A budget sheet followed, then a presentation draft that still needed polishing before the afternoon review. I paused only to sip water, eyes never leaving the screen for long.
Being full didn't mean being free.
If anything, it made the contrast sharper.
My stomach was satisfied, but my mind was already miles ahead—planning, calculating, anticipating problems before they appeared. Running a company meant there was always something unfinished, always another decision waiting for my signature.
Minutes blurred into an hour.
I leaned back briefly, exhaling, then straightened again. There was no space for slowing down. Not now. Not ever.
I placed my fingers back on the keyboard.
Work first.
Everything else later.
I was halfway through revising a proposal when the sound of frantic knocking shattered the quiet.
Not a polite knock.
Not even a normal one.
It was loud. Urgent. Chaotic.
I barely had time to shut my laptop before the door swung open.
"JAY!" Judy burst in like a storm, hair a mess, bag slipping off her shoulder, eyes shining with excitement. "You are not busy. Don't lie."
"I am busy," I said flatly, standing up. "I just sat down to work."
She glanced at my laptop, then waved a dismissive hand. "That thing will survive without you for one night."
"One night?" I raised an eyebrow. "Judy—"
"Party," she announced proudly, plopping herself onto my couch. "Tonight. Big one. Music, people, vibes. You're coming."
"No," I said immediately. "Absolutely not."
She gasped like I'd offended her ancestors. "You didn't even think about it!"
"I don't need to," I replied, crossing my arms. "I'm tired, I have work, and I just want a quiet night."
Judy leaned forward, eyes narrowing.
That look.
"Oh no," I muttered. "Don't do that."
"You've been working nonstop," she said. "You ate, you're alive, and you are not turning into a corporate robot on my watch."
"I'm fine," I insisted. "Really."
She stood up, grabbed my shoulders dramatically. "Jay. Please. One night. You don't even have to stay long."
"I don't want to go."
"You'll regret it."
"I won't."
She smiled. Slowly. Dangerously.
"I already told everyone you're coming."
I stared at her. "You did what?"
"And I picked your outfit in my head," she added cheerfully. "So now you don't even have to think."
I sighed, rubbing my temple. "You are unbelievable."
"So that's a yes?" she said, already standing.
"No."
She grabbed my hand. "Yes."
I hesitated. Just for a second.
"…Fine," I said finally. "But I'm not staying late."
Judy squealed, jumping in place. "I knew it!"
I had just turned back toward my laptop when the doorbell rang again.
Once.
Twice.
Before I could react, Judy was already racing toward the door.
"Ohhh, perfect timing!"
Perfect timing for what?
The door opened to reveal Mira, standing there with her usual calm smile, dressed effortlessly, eyes flicking past Judy and landing on me.
"I knew you'd be here," she said,
stepping inside. "And I also know you're planning to say no."
I sighed. "I haven't said anything yet."
Mira tilted her head. "You were about to."
"I still am," I replied. "I have work. I just got back. I'm full, tired, and not in the mood for noise."
Judy groaned dramatically. "See? This is why I called backup."
"Backup?" I repeated.
Mira moved closer, folding her arms gently. "Jay, when was the last time you went out just because you wanted to?"
I opened my mouth.
Then paused.
She raised an eyebrow. "Exactly."
"It's just a party," I said. "I don't need it."
"It's not about the party," Mira said softly. "It's about you disappearing into work again."
Judy nodded furiously. "She's been doing that. Like—professionally."
I shot her a look. "You're enjoying this way too much."
Mira smiled. "One night won't ruin your company. But skipping everything else might ruin you."
Silence settled in for a moment.
I looked at my laptop. The unfinished files. The endless to-do list.
Then I looked back at them.
"You're both impossible," I said quietly.
Judy beamed. "So that's a yes."
I exhaled, defeated. "Fine. But I'm not staying late."
Mira's smile widened. "Deal."
Judy clapped her hands. "Yes! Go get ready. Mira and I will emotionally prepare you."
"I'm scared to ask what that means," I muttered, already turning toward my room.
"Too late," Judy called after me. "We've already started."
As I reached my wardrobe, I shook my head, a small smile slipping out despite myself.
I finally settled on a dress that didn't feel like a compromise.
Black, fitted just enough to follow my shape without clinging, the fabric soft against my skin. It fell to mid-thigh, simple in design but sharp in presence, with thin straps and a subtle neckline that didn't demand attention—yet somehow drew it anyway.
I paired it with heels I rarely wore, the kind that added confidence with every step. Minimal jewelry followed: a delicate chain at my neck, small earrings catching the light when I moved. Nothing loud. Nothing forced.
My hair stayed loose, falling naturally over my shoulders, and my makeup was clean—defined eyes, soft lips, enough to look awake and dangerous in a quiet way.
When I glanced at my reflection, I barely recognized the girl who'd been buried in spreadsheets an hour ago.
This wasn't the CEO.
This was just… me.
"Okay," Judy said from behind me, clearly impressed. "Now that should be illegal."
Mira smiled softly. "You look like someone who knows exactly what she's walking into."
I swallowed, straightening my posture.
Maybe I did.
Or maybe I was just pretending.
Either way, I was ready.
Judy disappeared into my room the moment I stepped back, already pulling out clothes like it was her personal closet.
"I'm wearing something fun," she announced. "This party deserves drama."
"Please don't traumatize people," I said dryly.
Mira, on the other hand, moved with calm precision, selecting a dress with quiet confidence. She didn't rush. She never did. A sleek silhouette, neutral tones, heels that whispered instead of screamed.
Judy emerged first—short dress, bold color, unapologetic energy. She spun once. "Thoughts?"
"Laws may be broken," I said.
She grinned. "Exactly."
Mira joined us moments later, effortless and composed, her look so clean it felt intentional. She caught my gaze and smiled slightly. "Ready?"
I glanced at the two of them—one chaos, one calm—and somehow realized I fit right between them.
We grabbed our bags, Judy already hyping the night, Mira checking the time, me locking the door behind us.
Whatever waited at that party…
We were walking in together.
Arrival at the Party
The music hit first. Deep bass, lights flickering in colors that made everything feel alive.
We stepped out of the car, and immediately, Judy started bouncing in place like she'd been electrocuted.
"Come on! Look at this!" she shouted, dragging me forward.
Mira stayed calm, her heels clicking softly on the pavement, scanning the crowd with that quiet precision that always made people notice her without realizing why.
I let them guide me through the entrance. Flashing lights, laughter, and the smell of perfume and expensive drinks washed over me. My stomach tightened—not from nerves, exactly, but from the sheer chaos of it all.
Judy elbowed me. "See? You're glowing!"
I rolled my eyes. "I just ate. I'm not glowing."
Mira's hand brushed against mine for balance as we stepped past the crowd. "You look… striking," she said softly. Not loud, not over the top, just a statement that somehow landed.
We made it to the center of the room, where clusters of people were talking, dancing, and laughing. Lights bounced off the glittering decorations. A group of people near the bar turned toward us, eyes lingering a second too long.
I felt the familiar tug of observation—the subtle reminder that even when I tried to disappear, I didn't really. But I kept my posture straight, shoulders back, confident enough to look like I belonged.
Judy leaned toward me. "Relax, Jay. You're officially one of them now."
I smirked, letting the words pass. One step at a time.
Then, from across the room… I froze slightly. Not because I recognized anyone, but because someone was looking at me with that intense, impossible-to-ignore stare.
I blinked, focusing back on Judy and Mira. They were both smiling, ready for the night ahead.
As soon as we stepped into the party, the energy hit like a wave. Music thumped, lights pulsed, and the crowd seemed to part just a little for us.
Boys near the bar nudged each other, offering drinks. "Can I get you a drink?" one asked Mira, holding up a sparkling cocktail. She smiled politely, accepted, and moved toward the dance floor with effortless grace.
Judy, never one to wait, grabbed her drink, spun once dramatically, and tugged me toward the floor. "Relax, Jay! This is your night too!"
I shook my head, trying not to grin as she disappeared into the crowd. Mira, calm and composed as always, caught my glance and tilted her head. "I'll go first," she said, stepping into the center of the floor. Heads turned, eyes lingering on her effortless poise.
I stayed back, sipping my drink, scanning the room. A few brave boys approached me, offering drinks and polite smiles. One even gestured toward the dance floor, inviting me to join.
Before I could respond, a familiar voice made me pause. "Jay, fancy seeing you here."
I turned to see Adam—tall, confident, with that teasing, competitive glint in his eyes I remembered from college. His grin was infuriatingly charming. "Adam," I said, keeping my tone even. "I should say the same to you."
He laughed. "You haven't changed. Still keeping everyone on their toes."
Meanwhile, Judy had spotted a boy offering her a dance and couldn't resist. She leaned close, whispering with a grin, "Relax, Jay. I'm doing this for you too." Then she twirled away onto the dance floor, laughing.
I glanced back at Adam. "So… you want to dance?"
"Thought you'd never ask," he said, stepping closer. His hand found mine, guiding me onto the floor with confident ease.
The music swelled, lights flashing, and I matched his rhythm carefully at first. Gradually, I let myself move with the beat, letting go of some control. Adam's grin was teasing, playful, but there was a sharp edge—like he was challenging me, daring me to keep up.
Across the room, Judy laughed wildly, spinning with her partner, while Mira glided effortlessly, every movement smooth and mesmerizing.
I realized then: the night wasn't just about escaping work. It was about standing here, alive, noticed, and maybe even enjoying it.
And with Adam beside me, teasing me with every step, the night suddenly felt… electric.
The music pulsed around us, lights flashing like tiny stars, and I found myself moving to the rhythm with Adam beside me.
"You haven't lost your touch," he said, smirking. "I remember you stumbling through a salsa back in college."
"I was warming up," I replied, raising an eyebrow. "Unlike some people who probably still can't keep up."
He laughed, the sound low and teasing. "Touché. But don't tell me you've gotten soft sitting behind a desk all day."
"Soft?" I scoffed, spinning past him, then returning effortlessly to his rhythm. "You mean stronger. Desk muscles don't count."
Adam's grin widened. "Alright, alright. I'll give you that. But you still can't out-spin me."
"Oh, really?" I shot back, twirling quickly. "Wanna bet?"
Before he could answer, a loud voice cut through the music: "Go, Jay! Show him how it's done!"
Judy had spotted us from across the floor, perched on the edge like a cheerleader on caffeine. She was waving her drink in the air, shouting, "Don't let him win! Dance, Jay, dance!"
I rolled my eyes, but couldn't hide the smile tugging at my lips. "You're terrible," I said under my breath.
"Terribly right," she yelled back. "Keep going!"
Adam chuckled, pulling me closer for a coordinated spin. "You know, you're actually… fun to dance with."
"Careful," I warned, smirking, "or I'll start thinking you like it."
"Already thinking it," he replied smoothly, then winked.
I laughed, shaking my head, letting the music carry me. The night had started with chaos, attention, and teasing. And now… here I was, dancing with a college rival who knew exactly how to push my buttons, with Judy cheering like a lunatic, and Mira gliding effortlessly nearby.
It was exhausting. It was ridiculous.
And somehow, it was perfect.
The music shifted into something faster, heavier, and suddenly Judy was everywhere at once.
She spun, tripped slightly over her heels, laughed loudly, and somehow ended up leaning against a stranger while shouting, "See, Jay? You can have fun!"
I groaned, tugging Adam slightly to avoid bumping into her. "I swear, your friend's a menace."
Adam's laugh was low and teasing. "I think she's your personal chaos coordinator."
"Not funny," I muttered, trying to focus on dancing instead of avoiding Judy's antics.
"Oh, come on," he said, sliding a hand lightly along my waist during a turn. "You can't deny it's fun."
I tilted my head, smirking. "Maybe. But you're making it way too easy for me to laugh at you."
"Good," he said, leaning closer so only I could hear. "I want you distracted."
I raised an eyebrow, letting a grin slip through. "Distracted, huh? You're lucky I'm not competitive."
"Am I?" His smile was sharp, challenging, playful. "Because I remember a certain salsa disaster back in college."
"You mean you nearly fell trying to keep up?" I shot back, spinning out and then back in.
He groaned dramatically. "Details, details… You're impossible."
Just then, Judy came barreling past us again, waving wildly at some other boys trying to dance near her. "Don't ignore us!" she shouted, nearly knocking over a drink. "Dance! All of you!"
I sighed, laughing despite myself. Adam chuckled, shaking his head. "Your friends are… intense."
"You're not wrong," I said, matching him step for step, moving with the rhythm while trying not to collapse in laughter.
And as the music pulsed and the lights flashed, I realized—somehow—this night had turned into chaos, teasing, competition… and it was exactly the kind of distraction I hadn't known I needed.
The music was pounding, lights flashing, and I was starting to really get into the rhythm when Adam suddenly paused mid-step, one eyebrow raised.
"Something wrong?" I asked, spinning lightly in his arms.
Adam's gaze drifted across the room, sharp, calculating. "Someone's watching you," he said, voice low, teasing.
I frowned, casually scanning the crowd. "Oh? And who's that?"
His lips curved into a smirk as his eyes locked on a tall figure near the edge of the room. Dark hair, sharp features, piercing gaze—standing there as if the chaos of the party didn't exist for him. But his focus was entirely on me.
I froze for just a moment. There was… something familiar about him. Something that made the air feel heavier, sharper.
"You know him?" I asked carefully, keeping my voice steady.
Adam chuckled, a playful edge in his tone. "Maybe. But judging by that stare… he's the kind who doesn't forget."
I bit my lip, trying not to smile. "Fantastic. Just what I needed—a mysterious stranger staring at me like I'm a puzzle."
Judy, of course, chose that exact moment to twirl by, waving her arms dramatically. "Jay! Smile! Dance! Don't get intimidated!"
I groaned, laughing despite myself, letting Adam guide me through another turn. But I couldn't stop glancing at the stranger—at him. He didn't look away. Not once. And somehow, that made the room feel smaller, hotter, more… tense.
Adam leaned closer, smirk widening. "Careful. You're giving him way too much attention."
"I'm… just observing," I said, spinning out and back, matching his rhythm. "I'm not impressed."
"Right," he muttered, clearly amused. "That's exactly what they all say."
And then, as if on cue, the stranger stepped forward slightly, making his presence known. My heart gave an unsteady beat.
Keifer..
I didn't know whether to feel… caught off guard, irritated, or intrigued. Probably all three.
Judy, oblivious as always, was still cheering wildly from the bar, but for once, I barely noticed. My attention had a new target—and suddenly, the night had gotten a lot more interesting.
The party was a whirlwind. Music pulsed through my veins, lights flashed, and I found myself laughing more than I had in weeks. Judy had dragged me into a circle of dancers earlier, spinning and twirling with reckless energy, while Mira floated through the crowd, calm and radiant as ever.
I let myself relax for the first time in days. Conversations blurred around me. Drinks flowed in, hands waved, and everyone seemed to be having fun. I tilted my head back, feeling the warmth of the room, the buzz of the music, and—just for a moment—I forgot about deadlines, emails, and responsibilities.
It was intoxicating.
I was just reaching for another drink when I felt a familiar presence beside me.
"Jay," Keifer said, his voice smooth, calm, and somehow sharper than the music around us. "Dance with me."
I blinked at him, smiling faintly. "Not right now," I said, holding my drink a little closer.
His eyes flickered, the corner of his mouth twitching in disappointment. "Not right now?"
"I said no," I replied evenly, turning back toward the crowd, letting the music sweep me away.
Keifer didn't move. Instead, he gave me a measured look and walked toward the bar, grabbing a drink for himself. I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head, and sipped mine. The room spun lightly, laughter coming easier, louder.
I was halfway to the drinks table when I felt him again—Keifer—sliding into my path like he owned the hallway.
"Jay." His voice was low, calm, but sharp, cutting right through the music. "We need to talk."
"Talk?!" I laughed, harsh, bitter. "I've had enough talking tonight. Go away!"
"I'm not going anywhere," he said, stepping closer, blocking me.
"I told you to go away!" I snapped, heat rising, pulse hammering. "Why won't you just leave me alone?!"
"I can't," he said, voice even but firm. "You keep walking away from me, pushing me off, acting like I'm the problem!"
"You are the problem!" I shouted, waving my arms. "You follow me everywhere, hover over me, act like I can't breathe without your approval! I said GO AWAY!"
His jaw tightened. "I'm not going to leave you alone. Not tonight. Not ever. You think I'll just disappear while you—"
"While I what? Have fun? Talk to people? Drink? Dance?" I cut him off, anger coiling in every word. "I can do whatever I want! You don't own me!"
He took a step closer, dark eyes flashing, his frustration barely contained. "It becomes my business when it's you! Especially when I see you with him."
I froze, heart skipping. His eyes had shifted toward Adam, who was laughing with some friends across the room.
"You… what?" I said, offended, hurt rising instantly. "You're jealous?"
"Yes," Keifer growled. "Because you're with him. Laughing. Smiling. Spending time with him. Why are you with him?"
I stepped back, fury and disbelief rushing in. "Excuse me? I can do whatever I want! Who I talk to, who I dance with, who I drink with… it's my choice! Not yours! Not his! Not anyone's!"
"Not anyone's?" he echoed, voice dropping low, sharp. "Jay… I told you. You're mine."
I blinked, taken aback, offended. "Mine? Mine?! Are you serious?!"
"Yes," he said, moving closer, voice dangerous. "You're mine. Your choices. Your business. Everything about you—mine. I don't negotiate."
I felt heat rise to my cheeks, fury sharpening. "Everything about me is mine, Keifer! I am NOT yours! Not now, not ever! I am not your property, I am not your possession, and you don't get to control me! Got it?!"
His jaw tightened, frustration breaking through. "You think I'm joking?"
"No," I shot back, voice rising. "I think you're delusional. You think saying 'you're mine' gives you the right to decide my life? My choices? My friends? My love? You're wrong. Dead wrong. I am not yours! I never was, and I never will be!"
"You're impossible!" he snapped, stepping closer, almost dangerously near.
"And you're annoying!" I yelled, gesturing wildly, ignoring the people staring at us now. "I don't need you, I don't owe you, I don't belong to you! I can breathe without you, live without you, make every decision I want! And I. AM. NOT. YOURS!"
He stopped for a fraction, taken aback by the force behind my words.
I didn't pause. I kept going. "So if you can't accept that—if you can't respect me enough to leave me alone—then maybe you should just walk away. Forever. Because I. Will. Not. Be. Claimed. By. You. Or anyone else."
Keifer's eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. The tension between us was electric, suffocating. His hand twitched like he wanted to grab mine, but I stepped back, glaring.
"Don't touch me," I warned.
"I—" he started, voice low and furious, but I cut him off.
"I said GO AWAY!" I shouted, spinning on my heel, my legs shaking slightly from the heat and the buzz of the drinks.
And then I stormed down the hallway, furious, flustered, heart racing, needing air… needing space.
Of course, Keifer followed.
I stormed down the hallway, chest heaving, mind spinning, muttering "Go away, go away" under my breath.
Behind me, his footsteps were relentless. Faster. Closer.
"Jay!" Keifer's voice cut through the music, the chaos of the party, the blur of my thoughts. "Stop running."
I spun around, hand raised to shove him, but before I could even breathe, he grabbed my wrist. Firm. Unyielding.
"Keifer! Let go!" I yelled, twisting my hand, trying to pull free.
"I said stop running!" he growled, the intensity in his eyes making my stomach twist. "We're not done here."
"You're insane!" I shouted, struggling against his grip. "I don't need this! I don't need you!"
His grip tightened, but he didn't hurt me—just controlled, relentless, unshakable. "You think I'm insane? You think I'll let you walk away after talking to him, dancing with him, drinking like this? You're mine, Jay. I told you. And I don't let go."
"Mine?!" I gasped, furious, offended. "I'm NOT yours! I am not anyone's! You don't get to claim me, touch me, or tell me what to do!"
"I just did," he said quietly, dangerously. "You're mine. Everything about you is mine. Your choices, your time, your attention… even your chaos. It's mine. I don't negotiate."
My chest heaved, my voice rising. "I. AM. NOT. YOURS! I am not your possession! You are NOT allowed to tell me who I can be with, what I can do, or who I can talk to! You don't own me! You never will!".
He glared at me, jaw tight, frustration flashing in every line of his face. "You think I care what you say? I'm not asking for permission. I'm telling you the truth. I don't share you."
I twisted in his grip, trying to push him away, but he was too strong. My voice shook, anger and adrenaline coiling in me. "You—cannot—control me! I do what I want, when I want! And you… you will NOT decide my life! Ever!"
His grip didn't loosen. Instead, he dragged me toward a door I barely noticed before, a random room at the end of the hallway. My heels clicked against the floor as he moved me forward, frustration and heat blazing between us.
"Keifer!" I yelled, my voice echoing off the walls. "Stop! Let go! I said I don't need you!"
"I'm not letting go," he said, voice low and rough. "You're not walking away from this. Not from me. Not tonight. Not ever."
I spun on my heel, pulling free for a
second, chest heaving. "You are unbelievable!"
He grabbed my arm again, dragging me into the dimly lit room. The door closed behind us with a solid thud.
I stumbled back, pressing my hands against the wall for balance, heat flushing my face. "You can't just—"
"I can," he interrupted, stepping closer, eyes dark, intense, unyielding. "Because I told you. You're mine. And when I say mine, everything about you—every little thing—is mine. You don't get to decide who touches your time or your attention."
My hands shook, fury and disbelief coursing through me. "You're insane if you think I'm going to accept that! You don't own me, Keifer! I am not your property! I am not yours to claim, touch, or control! You hear me? Not yours!"
He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, voice low, commanding. "I don't care what you say. You're mine. I don't negotiate."
"Oh, you don't negotiate?" I snapped, throwing my hands up, shaking my head, eyes blazing. "Well, guess what? I'm not yours! I am NOT yours! I am not anyone's! And if you think saying it gives you a right to control me, think again! I will never be claimed by you—or anyone!"
He froze for just a second, jaw tight, frustration written across his face. Then he took a slow step closer. "You don't get it. You think I'm joking? You think I'll back down?"
"BACK DOWN?" I laughed, sharp, bitter. "You should have thought about that before trying to drag me into a room like this! You don't get to corner me and claim me! I'm not yours, Keifer! Not today, not tomorrow, not ever!"
The air between us was electric, tense, every heartbeat screaming with anger, frustration, and something hotter I wasn't ready to name.
He reached for my hand again.
I yanked it away instantly.
"I said—GO AWAY!" I shouted, glaring up at him.
His jaw tightened. "You're impossible," he muttered, voice low, frustrated, and yet there was something dangerous in the tone.
"And you're unbearable!" I yelled. "I don't need you! I don't owe you! And I am NOT yours!"why can't you understand that? Are you dumb??
For a moment, we just stared at each other, the room small, the lights dim, our breaths harsh, the tension unbearable.
I turned toward the door, my hands shaking, my head spinning. I was done. Completely done.
"Move," I said, reaching for the handle.
Before I could open it, Keifer stepped in front of me.
"Don't walk away from me," he said, voice low, tight.
"I said go away," I snapped. "Get out of my way."
Instead of listening, he leaned in.
Too close.
"Keifer—" I started.
He didn't let me finish.
He kissed me.
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't soft. It was sudden—unwanted—and my mind went blank for a split second.
Then reality slammed back in.
My hand came up hard.
Slap.
The sound cracked through the room.
He froze, eyes wide, stunned.
I was shaking. Furious. Breathing hard.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled. "Don't you ever touch me like that!"
His jaw tightened, anger flashing across his face. "You're acting like you didn't want it."
That was it.
My hand moved again.
Slap.
Harder this time.
"Never," I said, voice trembling with rage.
"I didn't want it. I didn't ask for it. And you don't get to decide for me."
The room felt too small. Too tight. I couldn't breathe.
I shoved past him, yanked the door open, and ran.
Down the hallway. Past unfamiliar doors. My heart pounding, ears ringing.
I pushed open the first door I saw—
And froze.
The room wasn't empty.
People were inside.
Conversation stopped instantly. Laughter died mid‑sound. Every single pair of eyes turned toward me.
I stood there, shocked, breathless, my hand still burning.
This was not what I expected.
Not at all.
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Hi loves 🤍
This chapter… whew 😳 Things got messy, dramatic, and a little chaotic, just like real life sometimes!
Jay and Keifer finally went head-to-head, and let's just say… sparks flew, boundaries were crossed, and tempers exploded. 🔥
And then… that door. 😱 Who's inside? You'll have to read the next chapter to find out!
Drop your thoughts, reactions, and predictions below—I can't wait to see what you all think! 💬✨
A/N:
I forgot to mention Valentine's Day in this chapter, so just dropping it here 😅💌 Happy Valentine's Day! And to everyone who's single—it's totally okay, consider it Galentine's Day instead 😌💗 Love comes in many forms. Thank you so much for reading and supporting the story!