Jay's POV
The morning light crawled through the heavy velvet curtains of our private condo, cutting a bright line across the dark carpet. I woke up slowly. My eyelashes fluttered, sticky with the remnants of last night's tears, and my eyes opened to the quiet luxury of our bedroom.
The first thing I registered was warmth. A heavy, solid heat pressed against my back, enveloping me completely.
I looked down and saw a thick, muscular arm wrapped tightly around my midsection, pinning me to a chest that rose and fell with slow, rhythmic breaths. I looked up over my shoulder. Keifer was sleeping soundly, his handsome face remarkably serene compared to the monster he had been just hours before.
He was holding me so tight, as if he feared I would evaporate into thin air if he let go.
Seeing the way he clung to me, and feeling his large hand suddenly tighten instinctively around my waist even in his deep sleep, a small, involuntary smile tugged at the corner of my lips. No matter how feral he became, this was always where he ended up—anchored to me.
But as I tried to shift my body to get a bit more comfortable, a sharp, white-hot pain flared through my lower abdomen and shot down my legs.
My smile vanished. The memory of yesterday crashed back into my mind with the force of a tidal wave.
The night out. The nightclub. The suffocating weight of Keifer's extreme jealousy and his terrifying, unbridled rage.
He had completely lost his mind because I dared to dance with another man, treating me like a possession he had to break to keep. The physical ache in my muscles and the deep soreness inside me were living proof of his madness.
An overwhelming anger replaced my morning warmth. It wasn't just ordinary anger; it was a cold, calculated fury. His possessiveness was out of control, and if I let him off the hook easily this time, he would think he could tear our world apart whenever his temper flared.
He needs a lesson, I thought, my jaw tightening. A real one. Mr. Watson thinks he can rule me with his iron grip? Let's see how he handles being completely ignored.
Right on cue, the man of the hour began to stir. Keifer nuzzled his face into my hair, inhaling deeply. Slowly, his long eyelashes lifted, revealing those dark, intense eyes. Seeing me awake, a soft, rare smile spread across his face. He leaned in, his lips parting slightly as he tried to peek a morning kiss from me.
I turned my head away sharply, letting his lips hit the empty air.
He paused, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. "Wifey?" he called out, his voice thick and raspy from sleep. It was a tone that usually melted me, but today, I was a stone wall.
"Remove your legs," I said, my voice completely flat and devoid of emotion. "I have to go."
Instead of moving, Keifer smirked, his stubborn nature immediately taking over. He threw his heavy leg over mine, trapping me further beneath his weight. "I won't," he murmured against my neck, his grip tightening. "Not unless you kiss me first."
"I am saying," I repeated, my voice dropping an octave, cold enough to freeze water, "remove your legs and your hand from me."
He didn't listen. In fact, he did the exact opposite. Keifer tightened his hold, locking his arms around my waist and burying his face deeper into my shoulder, silently declaring his absolute ownership.
He thought this was a game. He thought a little bit of physical dominance would make me yield like I did last night.
He thought wrong.
Taking advantage of our close proximity and his relaxed guard, I reached down beneath the blankets. I didn't push his chest, and I didn't slap his face. Instead, I did something completely unexpected, something he never could have anticipated in a million years.
I reached down and pinched his dick. Hard.
"JAYYY!" Keifer groaned loudly, his voice cracking as his entire body went rigid.
The shock and sudden pain made him release me instantly. He scrambled back a few inches, his eyes wide with a mix of agony and utter betrayal.
I didn't waste a single second. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, determined to march straight to the washroom to start my day of absolute silence. But the moment my feet touched the cold floor and I tried to put weight on them, my knees buckled.
My feet were completely numb. They felt like dead weight attached to my ankles. The exhaustion and the physical toll of his rage from the night before had left my lower body practically paralyzed. I couldn't even lift my feet to take a single step forward. I tottered, about to crash face-first onto the hard hardwood floor.
Suddenly, before I could fall, a pair of strong arms swooped in. One hand slid effortlessly below my knees, and the other securely supported the back of my neck. In one fluid, powerful motion, I was picked up into the air.
I turned my head and saw Keifer holding me against his bare chest. His face still carried a lingering shadow of pain from my pinch, but his eyes were filled with pure concern as he looked down at me.
I didn't say a single word. I didn't yell, and I didn't thank him. Keeping my face completely expressionless, I simply leaned my head against his chest, letting him carry me.
If my legs wouldn't work because of him, then he was going to be my transport.
He carried me into the spacious bathroom and set me down gently on the edge of the large marble bathtub.
Without a word, he turned on the taps, adjusting the temperature until steam began to rise. He didn't ask for permission; he just gently helped me out of my silk nightshirt and lifted me into the warm water.
The heat hit my aching muscles, and a quiet sigh almost escaped my lips, but I bit it back. Keifer knelt beside the tub. With a gentleness that completely contradicted the man from the nightclub, he picked up the sponge and began to wash my skin.
He poured warm water over my shoulders, his large hands moving carefully over my bruises, treating me like a fragile glass doll.
Throughout the entire process, I remained a statue. I stared straight ahead, completely ignoring his gaze, refusing to acknowledge the tenderness in his touch.
When the bath was finished, he wrapped me in a plush, oversized towel, lifted me back into his arms, and carried me out of the bathroom. He placed me gently on the freshly made bed. I sat there, leaning against the headboard, staring out the window.
Keifer stood by the bed for a moment, watching me with an uneasy expression, before he turned around to go freshen up himself.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Keifer walked out, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, his damp hair messy and falling over his forehead. He walked over to my side of the bed and stood there, looming over me.
"Wifey," he said softly.
No response. I kept my eyes fixed on the distant skyline outside the window.
He let out a heavy breath. Moving to the foot of the bed, he grabbed my ankles. He pulled my legs into his lap, settling himself at the edge of the mattress.
His large, warm hands wrapped around my calves, and he started massaging them. He used perfect pressure, kneading the tight, sore knots out of my muscles.
He rubbed his thumbs over my arches, his eyes looking up to read my face. "Is it still paining?" he asked slowly, his voice laced with genuine remorse.
I looked away, turning his head completely to the opposite wall.
"Jay, look at me," he commanded softly, though there was no real force behind it.
In response, I simply rolled my eyes dramatically, letting out a loud, deliberate sniff of annoyance, but I kept my mouth shut tight.
Seeing that his sweet approach wasn't working, a mischievous glint flickered in Keifer's eyes. Suddenly, his hands moved from my calves down to the soles of my feet. His long fingers began to tickle my arches rapidly.
"Ah! Stop! Stop it, Keifer!" I burst out, my forced serious face completely shattering as I writhed against his grip.
I tried to pull my feet back, but he held them tight, his fingers continuing to torture my ticklish spots. I was laughing so hard my stomach hurt, tears pricking my eyes. "Stop it!"
Keifer stopped his fingers but kept his hands firmly around my ankles. He leaned forward, his face serious now. "Tell me why you are not talking to me."
I glared at him, panting slightly as my laughter died down, the anger rushing back to fill the space. "I will tell you," I snapped, my voice sharp. "Do you even remember how extreme you went yesterday? Look at me! My legs and my entire body are still paining because you couldn't control your stupid temper!"
Keifer's shoulders dropped. The arrogant, possessive alpha vanished, replaced by a man who looked deeply guilty.
"So," I continued, pointing a stern finger at his chest, "here is your punishment. You are not allowed to touch me for the next one week, Mr. Watson."
Keifer's jaw literally dropped. His eyes widened in absolute horror, as if I had just sentenced him to life in prison. "No, Jay. Please, no. I am sorry," he pleaded quickly, moving up the bed to get closer to me, though he refrained from reaching out. "But how can I survive without touching you? I can't live without hugging you, touching you... and my candies at night."
I knew exactly what he meant by "candies," and my cheeks flushed, but I kept my expression ice-cold. "Then don't sleep for a week. I don't care. It's time for your consequences, Mr. Watson."
"Jay, I was jealous!" he burst out, trying to defend himself, his hands gesturing wildly. "You danced with another man! You know what that does to me. It drives me crazy."
"I don't care about your reason," I said, cutting him off completely. I pulled my legs out of his lap and tucked them under my body, creating a physical barrier between us. "Just know that you will be punished. Now, stop massaging me, and stop talking to me. The silent treatment starts right now."
I turned my back to him, pulling the blanket up to my chin. The room went dead silent, and I smiled secretly into my pillow. Let the torment begin.
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Keifer's POV
The moment I woke up, I knew I was in deep, deep trouble.
When my eyes cracked open, the room was bright, and the sweet, intoxicating scent of my wife filled my senses. I was holding her tight against me, my hand locked around her waist.
It was my favorite way to wake up—knowing she was safe, knowing she was mine, especially after the absolute chaotic storm of rage that had possessed me the night before.
I had gone too far, and I knew it. My jealousy at the club had made me a monster, and though I had tried to soothe her in the bath last night, the guilt was still eating at me.
I saw her eyelids flutter open. I smiled, feeling a rush of affection, and leaned down to claim my morning kiss. I wanted to taste her, to anchor myself to her, to start apologizing with my lips.
But Jay-Jay turned her head so fast I almost got whiplash.
"Wifey?" I called out, my voice rough.
"Remove your legs," she said. Her voice didn't have a single drop of warmth. It sounded like an ice pick. "I have to go."
My stubborn, possessive instincts kicked in before my brain could stop them. I didn't want her to leave the bed. I didn't want her away from me. I threw my leg over hers, anchoring her down. "I won't. Not unless you kiss me."
"I am saying, remove your legs and hand from me," she warned.
I smirked internally and tightened my hold, thinking I could just cuddle her into submission. I thought I could tease her out of her bad mood.
Then, Jay did something so wildly unexpected, so entirely out of the playbook, that my entire soul briefly left my body.
She reached under the covers and pinched my dick.
"JAYYY!"
A groan tore from my throat as a shot of pure, unadulterated agony radiated through my lower half. I let go of her instantly, scrambling backward like a scolded dog.
What kind of woman does that to her husband?! I sat there, clutching myself mentally, staring at her in absolute shock.
She didn't care. She swung her legs out of bed and stood up, clearly planning to walk away from me.
But the moment her feet hit the floor, I saw her knees tremble. She was completely unstable. Her feet were numb, heavy, and useless—a direct consequence of how rough I had been with her during my fit of rage yesterday.
Before she could smash into the floor, my instincts took over. I vaulted across the bed, sliding my arms under her knees and the back of her neck, lifting her effortlessly before she could fall.
She didn't fight me. She didn't say a single word. She just went completely limp, leaning her head against my chest. Her total silence was infinitely more terrifying than if she had started screaming and hitting me.
Something was definitely cooking in Jay's mind. She was executing a silent, deadly strategy, and I was already walking right into her trap.
I carried her into the bathroom, feeling the heavy weight of my own guilt. I ran the warm water, helped her out of her clothes, and placed her in the tub. I knelt on the cold floor, taking the sponge, washing her with a level of gentleness I rarely possessed.
I wanted to show her I was sorry. I wanted to heal the aches I had caused. But she didn't look at me once. She stared at the wall, her beautiful eyes cold and blank, completely ignoring my existence.
After wrapping her in a towel and carrying her back to the bed, I went to freshen up, my mind racing. How do I fix this? How do I get my fiery wifey back?
When I came out of the bathroom, wearing just my sweatpants, I walked up to her side of the bed.
"Wifey," I said, trying out the nickname that usually made her blush.
No response. She was staring out the window like I was a ghost.
I sighed, pulling her numb legs into my lap as I sat at the foot of the bed. I started massaging her calves, using my thumbs to work through the soreness, trying to ease the physical pain I had inflicted.
"Is it still paining?" I asked softly, looking up, desperate for a sliver of forgiveness.
She looked away, turning her head toward the wall.
"Jay, look at me," I pleaded.
She rolled her eyes dramatically. A full, slow, exaggerated eye-roll. But still, not a single word passed her lips. She was completely avoiding and ignoring me, shutting me out of her world.
A dangerous thought popped into my head. If she won't talk to me normally, I'll make her talk.
I moved my hands down to the bottoms of her feet and began to tickle her mercilessly.
"Ah! Stop! Stop it, Keifer!" she screamed, her stoic facade instantly crumbling into explosive laughter. She thrashed around, trying to yank her feet away, but I held her tight, grinning as her beautiful, melodic laugh filled the room. "Stop it!"
I stopped tickling her but kept a firm grip on her ankles so she couldn't escape. "Tell me why you are not talking to me," I demanded, leaning in.
Her laughter died instantly, replaced by a fierce glare that could have killed a lesser man. "I will tell you," she snapped, her voice dripping with indignation. "Do you even remember how extreme you went yesterday? My leg and my body are still paining! So, you are not allowed to touch me for the next one week, Mr. Watson."
My heart literally stopped. One week?
"No, Jay. I am sorry," I panicked, completely throwing my dignity out the window. I scrambled up the mattress toward her. "But how can I survive without touching you? I can't live with hugging you, touching you... and my candies at night!"
No candies? No holding her? No tasting her before I went to sleep? For seven whole days? That wasn't a punishment; that was a death sentence.
"Then don't sleep for a week, I don't care," she retorted, her voice cold as ice. She pulled her legs out of my grip and tucked them tightly under her body, cutting off all access. "It's time for your consequences, Mr. Watson."
"Jay, I was jealous as you danced with another man!" I argued, trying to make her understand the primal fury that had taken over my brain at that club. Any man who looked at her deserved to die, and seeing her move with someone else had pushed me over the edge.
"I don't care about your reason," she said, cutting me off with a final, devastating blow. "Just know that you will be punished. Now, stop massaging me, and stop talking."
With that, she turned her back to me, burying herself under the blankets, effectively shutting down the conversation.
I sat there on the edge of the bed, staring at her turned back, completely disappointed and utterly miserable. A whole week. Seven days of looking at my beautiful, intoxicating wife and not being able to wrap my arms around her waist, or pull her into my lap, or kiss her until we were both breathless. My mind was already reeling from the sheer torture of it.
But as I stared at the outline of her body beneath the sheets, a small, dark smirk slowly began to play on my lips.
A week, huh?
She really thought she could put me in a corner like a bad boy. She thought her silent treatment and her little touch ban would break me. She forgot who she was dealing with. I am Keifer Watson. I don't follow rules—I make them. And when it comes to my wife, I have a million ways to make her break her own laws.
I leaned down, whispering just loud enough for her to hear against the fabric of the blanket.
"I am your husband, wifey. I am much smarter than you think." I let out a low, amused chuckle, the challenge thoroughly accepted. "Just be ready. Let's see who breaks first."
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Author's Note
Hey everyone! 🖤
Guess who's finally back? Yes, it's me! I know it has been a while, but I am so incredibly excited to be writing for you all again. I missed this world, and more importantly, I missed all of you so much!
I am thrilled to announce the launch of my brand new book: Hell University II: Legacy of Secrets (Jayfer)! The madness, the passion, the intense possessiveness, and the dark secrets are far from over. Jay and Keifer are back, and their story is about to get much more complicated, dangerous, and thrilling than ever before with Ace and Zein story.
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