Chapter: Back to Campus, Billionaire's Wife Edition
If anyone thought the honeymoon glow would fade once Jay and Keifer stepped back into university, they were dead wrong.
Because Keifer Watson—CEO-in-training, king of arrogance, Jay's husband, and apparently incapable of keeping his hands to himself—was walking across campus with his arm draped lazily over Jay's shoulders, looking like the smuggest man alive.
And Jay? She was trying to keep a straight face while the entirety of Section E trailed behind them like paparazzi.
"Watson, this is a school," Jay hissed under her breath, elbowing him when his hand slid just a little too low. "Not our bedroom."
Keifer grinned, not budging an inch. "You say that like you don't like it, Mrs. Watson."
"Mrs. Watson!" Bianca shrieked from behind them, earning stares from random students. "Oh my god, she said Mrs. Watson, I'm going to faint."
"Correction," Yuri chimed in smugly. "He said Mrs. Watson. With that voice. That cocky billionaire I-own-this-campus-and-your-soul voice."
Jay's face heated up, and she sped up, but Keifer just matched her pace, tugging her closer.
The others were eating it up.
"Jay! Did he buy you a Birkin bag or just the whole Eiffel Tower while you were gone?" Bianca teased.
"Don't answer that," Yuri cut in dramatically. "I need to believe it was the whole Eiffel Tower."
Jay rolled her eyes, but before she could retort, Keifer bent down and kissed her cheek. Loud. Right there in the middle of the quad.
The crowd of Section E erupted like it was a concert.
"HE DID NOT—"
"WE'RE ON SCHOOL GROUNDS—"
"THE AUDACITY OF THIS MAN—"
And of course, Keifer only looked more pleased with himself. "What? Husband privileges," he said smugly, as if that explained everything.
Jay buried her face in her hands. "I'm never going to hear the end of this…"
The teasing carried straight into class. Section E had no chill: passing sticky notes that said things like Did he buy you Paris too? or Blink twice if you're secretly trapped in his billionaire mansion.
The professor was five minutes late, and that was all the time they needed.
"Keif," Yuri drawled from across the row, "tell us. On a scale of 1 to 10, how whipped are you?"
Keifer smirked, not missing a beat. "Eleven."
Jay choked. Bianca shrieked. Yuri fell out of his chair.
And just when Jay thought she'd survive the humiliation, Keifer leaned close to whisper in her ear, voice low enough that only she could hear:
"Still can't stop thinking about that Paris balcony, Jay."
Her face went crimson. The look on her face gave it away instantly.
"OH MY GOD SHE KNOWS WHAT HE MEANS—" Bianca screamed.
"NOT THE BALCONY—" Yuri yelled, gasping like his soul left his body.
And the chaos of Section E echoed through the classroom until the professor finally walked in with a confused frown.
Jay groaned, slamming her forehead onto the desk. "I hate you," she muttered.
Keifer smirked, kissing the top of her head. "Liar."