Chapter: Jayfer's Revenge – Private Edition
Section E finally gave up—sort of. After three hours of loud chaos, teasing, and endless commentary, they left the mansion with snacks in hand, plotting their "next invasion."
Jay slumped against the couch, cheeks still flushed. "Finally…they're gone."
Keifer grinned, hands already sliding around her waist. "Gone? Oh, baby, I think you mean temporarily distracted."
Jay groaned. "Keifer, I swear—"
He cut her off with a slow, deliberate kiss. "Shhh, Mutya. Time for our revenge."
She blinked. "Revenge?"
"Yes." His lips trailed down her neck as he whispered, "All that teasing they did today? They need to see why I married you."
Jay's breath hitched. He spun her toward the grand bedroom, pressing her back against the door. His hands roamed with a boldness Section E hadn't seen—every touch calculated to drive her wild.
"Keifer—" she gasped, clutching his shirt, heart racing.
"I'm not stopping, Jay. They watched us all day—they need to know…what happens when they aren't looking."
Her knees buckled, hips arching against him as he kissed her deeply. Fingers tangled in her hair, tracing every curve, leaving marks and memories only they would know.
"Keifer, I—ugh—I can't—"
"You can, baby. You can because it's just us now. No cameras, no jokes, no Section E."
Jay's hands fisted in his shirt as he pressed closer, lips claiming hers in a fierce, intoxicating kiss. Every teasing smirk, every whispered line from earlier, every blush she'd tried to hide—it all came back in waves of heat and desire.
He pulled back just enough to murmur against her lips:
"Let's make them regret barging in. Show them what Densel & Grace 2.0 really means. You and me…legendary."
And then, with the door locked behind them, the mansion was theirs. Every gasp, every soft moan, every teasing laugh—they were lost in each other, hands exploring, lips tracing, proving to themselves…Section E could watch all they wanted, but this belonged only to them.
Jay clutched him tight, whispering, "Keifer…we can't be subtle, can we?"
He smirked, brushing her hair from her face. "Nope. Not with them. Not with us. Not ever."
And with that, the heat between them surged—laughter, whispers, and moans echoing through the mansion—Jayfer's revenge, their private, spicy, perfect chaos.
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