Jay's POV
The moment we stepped into Watson Enterprises, the air itself felt powerful.
People stopped what they were doing the second they saw Keifer. Heads bowed slightly, voices confident but respectful.
"Good morning, Mr. Watson."
"Welcome back, sir."
I stayed close to him, my hand brushing his arm, trying not to let my nervousness show.
A man in a perfectly tailored suit rushed toward us—it was clearly the manager.
"Welcome, Mr. Watson," he said, then turned to me with a polite smile.
"And welcome, Mrs. Watson."
My heart skipped.
Mrs. Watson.
I felt my breath catch, my fingers tightening slightly around Keifer's sleeve. I waited—half-expecting him to correct it.
But he didn't.
Instead, Keifer's jaw tightened just a little, his presence commanding. He simply nodded once, calm and composed.
"Thank you," he said.
That was it.
No correction. No explanation.
The manager smiled wider and gestured forward. "Everyone has been waiting for you, sir."
As we walked away, my thoughts were a mess.
Did he really just let that happen?
I glanced up at him, confused and slightly flustered.
He leaned closer, his voice low, meant only for me.
"Breathe, Jay."
"You didn't say anything," I whispered.
His lips curved into the faintest smile.
"I didn't hear anything wrong."
My cheeks burned.
People around us were watching—respectful, curious, observant. And suddenly, walking beside him, I felt something shift.
Not a title.
Not a name.
But a sense of belonging.
Whatever this was…
Keifer wasn't running from it.Jay's POV (Watson Enterprises – Keifer's Cabin)
Keifer opened the door to his cabin and gestured for me to step inside.
The room was… unreal.
Floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooked London's skyline, the city stretching endlessly beneath grey clouds. Everything inside screamed authority—dark wood, clean lines, a massive desk that looked like it had never known hesitation.
This is his world, I thought.
Keifer loosened his coat and placed it neatly over the chair.
"You can stay here while I'm in the meeting," he said gently. "Make yourself comfortable."
I nodded. "Okay."
He walked toward me, stopping just an inch away. His hand lifted, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
"Don't be nervous," he murmured. "This cabin is safer than most countries."
I let out a small laugh. "You're ridiculous."
His eyes softened. "And you're mine."
My heart stumbled.
Before I could respond, a knock sounded at the door.
"Sir, the board is ready," a voice said from outside.
Keifer straightened instantly—the warmth fading into sharp professionalism. But before leaving, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
"I'll be back soon," he promised.
Then he turned and walked out, the door closing behind him with a quiet click.
And just like that…
I was alone.
I walked slowly around the cabin, trailing my fingers across the desk, the shelves filled with awards, files, and framed photos—him at different ages, different stages of power.
I sank into the chair behind his desk, staring at the city outside.
Minutes passed. Then more.
The silence felt heavy—but not lonely.
Because somewhere beyond these walls, Keifer Watson was running an empire.
And he had left me right in the heart of it.Jay's POV (Still at Watson Enterprises)
Time passed painfully slow.
I checked my phone.
Nothing.
I spun the chair once. Twice.
Still bored.
Okay, that's it. I'm not a decorative item, I thought.
I grabbed my bag and walked out of Keifer's cabin, heels echoing through the quiet hallway. The office was huge—too huge to just sit and wait.
As I reached the main exit, a tall guard stepped forward immediately.
"Sorry, Mrs. Watson, you're not allowed to go outside."
I blinked. Mrs. Watson? Again?
But that wasn't even the main issue.
"Not allowed?" I repeated calmly. "Why?"
The guard straightened. "Ma'am, it's Mr. Watson's order."
I froze for half a second.
Then inside my head—
Fuck you, Keifer Watson.
Outwardly, I smiled. Sweet. Dangerous.
"I see," I said slowly. "But listen very carefully."
The guard looked nervous already.
"I am Mrs. Watson," I continued, stepping closer, lowering my voice.
"And if you don't let me out right now…"
I tilted my head, eyes sharp.
"…you'll have to be ready for the consequences."
The guard swallowed hard. "Ma'am, I—"
Before he could finish, a familiar voice cut through the tension.
"What consequences?"
I stiffened.
I didn't need to turn around to know.
That voice…
That calm, lethal tone…
Keifer.