JAY-JAY POV
That Clarisse
The audacity she has to say she can get my Keifer
Keifer wasn't hers to take.
He never was.
He was mine
And if she thought I'd crumble, she was about to learn that I don't break — I fight.
I sat back at my desk, forcing myself to breathe, forcing my hands to steady over the files.
But inside, my resolve hardened.
Clarisse wanted war.
Fine.
She would get it.
I finished the rest of the file and stepped outside to stretch.
That's when I saw her.
Clarisse.
She was standing too close to Keifer, twirling her hair, trying to look irresistible.
But he wasn't even looking at her.
His eyes were cold, his body language stiff, clearly ignoring her.
Just as she reached out, about to touch him, my voice cut through the air. "Miss Clarisse, what are you doing?"
She froze, shocked for a moment, then smirked like she had been caught but didn't care. "Jay," she said sweetly, "I was just telling Mr. Watson how good he looks in this coat."
I raised an eyebrow, my tone sharp. "Who gave you the right to call me by my name? I'm Mrs. Watson to you."
Clarisse blinked, clearly not expecting the bite in my voice. For a moment, her smirk faltered, but she quickly recovered, tilting her head with feigned innocence.
"Oh, Mrs. Watson," she said slowly, dragging out the title like it was a joke. "I didn't mean any disrespect. I just thought we could be… friendly."
I stepped closer, my eyes locked on hers. "Friendly?" I repeated. "Last time I checked, you weren't on my friend list."
"But Mrs. Watson—" she started.
I cut her off, my tone sharp enough to slice through the whispers around us. "Clarisse, don't give me excuses. Your work is incomplete. I want it finished in two hours, or else you can pack your stuff and leave."
The office fell into a hush, then erupted into murmurs. Heads turned, eyes widened. Everyone had heard me. Everyone had seen the line I had drawn.
I turned to Keifer, my glare landing on him like a warning. He froze, his usual confidence stripped away, fear flickering in his eyes.
I dragged Keifer into his office, the door slamming shut behind us. Even through the walls, I could hear the whispers ripple across the floor.
"OMG… Mrs. Watson didn't just do that."
"Wow, this is history."
"Did you see the fear in Mr. Watson's face? I never thought he knew what fear meant."
I ignored the whispers trailing behind me and stepped into his office.
The door clicked shut, the shutters drawn, sealing us away from the world outside.
Without hesitation, I pushed him back against the wall.
His eyes widened, shock flickering across his face, fear mixing with something deeper — the realization that I wasn't here to talk.
Before he could speak, I kissed him. Hard. Passionate. Fierce.
It wasn't gentle, it wasn't careful. It was raw, desperate, a collision of anger and love, betrayal and longing.
His hands trembled as they found my waist, pulling me closer
I pulled back, breathless, my chest rising and falling. "How dare she think she had a chance with you," I whispered, my voice sharp with fury and love tangled together.
"Jay…" he said softly, his eyes wide, almost pleading.
I silenced him with another kiss — harder, fiercer, claiming.
My lips trailed down to his jaw, then his neck, leaving marks that spoke louder than words.
Love bites, deliberate, a declaration: he's mine.
His breath hitched, his hands tightening around me as if he couldn't bear to let go.
I tugged at his shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion, needing him closer, needing him bare.
"I'm telling you, Keifer," I said firmly, my voice low but sharp. "You're mine, and I don't like sharing what is mine."
I kissed him again, harder this time, pouring every ounce of anger and love into it. His hands roamed around my waist, sliding beneath my shirt, pulling me closer as if he couldn't get enough.
I pulled back, breathless, my eyes locking on him. His chest rose and fell, his shirt discarded, his skin marked with the evidence of my claim.
Hickeys scattered across his jaw, his neck, his shoulders — each one a reminder, each one a warning.
He was mine.
And now the whole world would see it.
I was about to leave when Keifer's hand shot out, pulling me back. In an instant, I was pinned against the wall — the roles reversed.
His eyes burned into mine a mix of frustration and desire.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice low, dangerous, but laced with that teasing edge only he could pull off.
"Going back to my office," I said, trying to sound firm even as my breath caught.
He smirked, leaning closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "No… you got your wish," he murmured. "Now let me get mine."
He was kissing me so hard, so passionate, that for a moment I thought he would fuck me right now and here against the wall.
I pulled back, breathless. "Keifer, we are in the office," I whispered, my voice shaky but firm.
"Oh, now you remember," he teased, his smirk dangerous, his eyes still burning.
"Please," I said softly, brushing my fingers against his chest. "Let's go back home and continue this."
For a moment, he studied me, his jaw tight, his desire clear.
Then he nodded, grabbing his shirt from the floor and slipping it back on.
His eyes never left mine as he buttoned it, slower than necessary, like he wanted me to feel every second of restraint. "Fine," he said, his voice low. "But the moment we step inside that house, Jay, you're mine again."
What did I just do? I unleashed a demon.
This is exactly why I don't like getting jealous — because it never ends well. Not with Keifer. Not with us.
We stepped outside, and the office froze. Everyone stared.
Keifer was covered in hickeys, his lips swollen. My hair was messy, my lips just as swollen.
The whispers started instantly, rippling through the room like wildfire.
Clarisse's eyes widened, her smirk faltering.
She tried to cover it with a smile, but I saw the crack in her mask.
I smirked back at her, deliberate, victorious.
Keifer's hand tightened around mine, guiding me firmly toward the car.
We slid inside, the door shutting out the noise, but not the tension.
He started the engine, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with something wild.
The car lurched forward, speeding faster than usual, his grip on the wheel tight.
I glanced at him, my chest still pounding.
This wasn't just passion anymore.
It was fire.
And I wasn't sure if it would consume us… or everyone around us.
As soon as we stepped inside the house, Keifer didn't hesitate.
He pinned me to the wall, his body pressing against mine, his eyes burning with a fire I hadn't seen before.