Keifer's POV
As we stepped into the gala night, every pair of eyes seemed to dart toward Jay.
Every man in the room was glancing at her, and my blood boiled with an emotion I couldn't quite name.
Is this jealousy? No… why would it be?
And yet, the feeling lingered.
We took our seats, and moments later my name was called.
"Watson Enterprises — Best Economy of the Year."
As our company name echoed through the hall, I rose to accept the award. After giving a brief speech, I returned to my seat. Jay leaned toward me and whispered that she wanted a drink. I nodded and walked with her toward the bar.
Before I could say anything, a man approached Jay and behaved inappropriately.
I snapped. Something in me ignited, and without thinking, I shoved him away.
By the time I turned back, Jay was slumped over the counter, motionless.
"Jay," I called softly. No response.
I tried again. Nothing.
On the third call, her eyes fluttered open and she suddenly reached her hands toward me.
"Carry me, Keif…" she muttered.
She was clearly drunk—far too drunk.
I had no choice but to lift her into my arms. But as I did, she unexpectedly bit my neck.
"Jay—!"
I gritted my teeth and carried her out to the car, settling her into the seat. Leaving her there wasn't safe, not in her condition. So I took her to my mansion instead—everyone would be asleep by now.
I brought her into my room, laid her gently on the bed, and knelt to remove her heels.
Just as I set the second heel aside, she suddenly jolted awake and pulled me toward her, kissing me—hard and raw.
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To be continued…