Keifer POV
The car ride home was not quiet. Not with Jay.
Her chaos filled the space, even when she wasn't speaking. Her fingers drummed against the window, restless. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something, then closed again, trembling, defiant.
Finally, she broke the silence. "Keifer… do you regret it?"
I clenched my jaw, my voice low, clipped, deliberate. "The only thing I regret is not doing it sooner."
Her cheeks flushed, chaos spilling into her silence. She turned her face away, muttering, "You're impossible."
I smirked, clipped, teasing. "Impossible to forget. Impossible to escape. And impossible to push away."
She shot me a look, chaotic, sharp, trembling but bold. "You think you can just say things like that and expect me not to blush?"
I leaned closer, my voice low, lethal but playful. "I don't expect you not to blush. I expect you to remember."
Her lips parted, her voice sharp, chaotic. "Remember what?"
I kept my eyes on the road, steady, deliberate. "That you're mine. And that I don't let go."
"So what next?" she asked, her voice sharp, chaotic, trembling but steady.
I rubbed the back of my neck, clipped, tense, because I knew she would hate this sentence. "Well… my parents are coming for dinner," I said, my voice low, deliberate.
She tilted her head, chaos flashing in her eyes. "Okay… then why do you look guilty?"
I stayed silent, jaw tight. Not right. If I said it wrong, she might actually punch me.
Her chaos sharpened, her voice rising. "MARK KEIFER WATSON!" she snapped, full name, lethal.
Great. My full name. I exhaled, clipped, deliberate. "And…" I said, dragging it out.
Her eyes narrowed, chaos trembling but bold. "And what?"
I clenched my jaw, then let it out quickly, clipped, fast, like ripping off a bandage. "The Fernandes are also coming."
Her lips parted, chaos spilling into the silence. "What?" she asked, sharp, chaotic, trembling but bold.
"Well, look… I just found that too," I said, defending myself, clipped, deliberate. "This morning."
Her eyes narrowed, chaos flashing. "Then why didn't you tell me sooner?"
I smirked, steady, teasing, deliberate. "Because I didn't want to ruin our moment."
Her cheeks flushed, chaos colliding with fury. "Smirk one more time and I might actually punch you," she warned, her voice sharp, chaotic, trembling but bold.
I leaned closer, my jaw tight, my voice low, clipped, lethal but playful. "Punch me all you want, Jay. Just don't stop kissing me after."
Her eyes widened, chaos trembling, her lips parting in defiance. "You think you can get away with everything just because you kiss me?"
I chuckled, clipped, steady. "No. I get away with everything because you let me."
Her blush deepened, chaos spilling into silence, her voice breaking but bold. "Don't test me, Keifer. I'll prove you wrong."
I smirked again, deliberate, teasing. "Then prove it. But remember… every time you fight me, you only make me want you more."
Her chaos didn't falter. She turned away, muttering under her breath, "You're impossible."
I leaned back, my voice low, clipped, certain. "Impossible to push away. Impossible to forget. And impossible not to love."
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JAY-JAY POV
Everything seemed fine.
Until he dropped the bomb.
The Fernandezes were coming over for dinner.
My stomach twisted instantly.
He knew.
He knew I didn't talk to them after the marriage.
Because how could I?
They didn't even tell me it was happening until the day of the wedding.
They just came in, faces tight, voices clipped, and said: "You're getting married to Keifer. Get ready."
Tita Gemma had tried to soften it, her voice trembling, apologetic. "Please, Jay, understand. The Fer crop is getting bankrupt. This was the only way."
But what about me? What about my life? What about my choice?
Aries, my step‑brother, didn't say a word.
Kuya Angelo didn't even look at me.
Their silence was louder than any explanation.
And me?
I only accepted this marriage deal because after my parents died, they took me in.
They raised me.
They gave me a home.
But that doesn't mean they have the right to choose my life.
My chest burned, chaos rising, my breath uneven.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to demand answers.
But all I could whisper, trembling but bold, was: "Keifer… why now? Why them? Why dinner?"
"I'm sorry, Jay," he said, his voice low, clipped, deliberate.
"Mom said we have to have a family dinner because we hadn't had one since the marriage."
"What time are they coming?" I asked, my voice sharp, chaotic, trembling but steady.
"Probably this night," he said, clipped, deliberate. "Around 7 o'clock."
My chest tightened. Chaos rose. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, already suspicious.
"We have to cook dinner," he said, his tone steady, clipped, certain.
I blinked, chaos spilling into my silence. "What do you mean together?" I asked, my voice sharp, chaotic, defiant.
He smirked faintly, his jaw tight, his voice low, clipped, teasing. "Exactly what it sounds like. You and me. In the kitchen. Cooking."
I groaned, chaos sharp, burying my face in my hands. "You're joking. You don't even know how to boil water."
He leaned closer, his voice low, clipped, deliberate. "Then you'll teach me. And I'll make sure you don't run away before dinner."
My lips parted, chaos trembling but bold. "Run away? You think I'd leave you to face both families alone?"
His smirk deepened, clipped, lethal but playful. "I think you'd try. And I think I'd catch you."
I blushed, chaos colliding with fury and surrender. "You're impossible, Keifer."
We reached home, and all I wanted was to collapse on the bed, bury myself under the blanket, and pretend the world didn't exist. "Finally," I sighed, throwing myself onto the mattress.
Keifer chuckled, that clipped sound that always meant trouble. "Come on," he said.
I groaned, chaos spilling into my voice. "Where?"
"To take a shower," he answered, steady, deliberate, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
My lips parted, chaos flashing. "A shower? You mean… together?"
He smirked, and I hated how certain he looked. "Yes. Together."
I sat up, clutching the pillow like a shield. "No," I said, chaos spilling into my voice, sharp and trembling.
He came closer, his eyes steady, clipped, deliberate. "Please, please, wife… it's just gonna be a shower. Nothing else."
I raised an eyebrow, chaos flashing. "Nothing else?"
His smirk deepened, clipped, teasing. "Well… maybe some kisses."
I groaned, chaos sharp, burying my face in the pillow.
"Fine," I muttered, because I knew he was too stubborn to give up.
That was all he needed.
The next thing I knew, his hand was in mine, steady, deliberate, pulling me toward the bathroom.
Chaos rose in my chest, my breath uneven, my blush burning.
The steam was already waiting.
The sound of water filled the silence.
And before I could argue again, we were taking off our clothes, piece by piece, his clipped certainty colliding with my chaotic surrender.
I turned to him, chaos trembling but bold.
"It better be just a shower"
He leaned closer, his voice low, clipped, lethal but playful.
"Then stop blushing, Jay. Because every time you do… I want more than just a shower."
He was shirtless.
I was shirtless and half naked
At first, his kiss was soft — almost careful, almost tender. But it didn't stay that way. It deepened, hungry, passionate, clipped in its certainty. Every breath I took hitched, uneven, colliding with his storm.
His lips trailed lower, brushing against my jaw, grazing the curve of my neck, lingering at my collarbone.
Each touch sent chaos spiraling through me, my breath trembling, my body caught between resistance and surrender.
I gripped his shoulders, chaotic, bold, trying to steady myself. "Keifer…" I whispered, my voice breaking, trembling but defiant. "You promised just a shower."
Before I could argue, he pulled me into the shower, the steam rising around us, the sound of water filling the silence.
His certainty was steady, deliberate, impossible to push away.
His lips pressed against mine again, soft at first, then deeper, hungrier, claiming.
Every kiss sent chaos spiraling through me, my breath uneven, trembling, colliding with his storm.
I was moaning his name telling him not to stop