✦ CHAPTER — "Enough" ✦
Jay's POV
The gala was still in full swing.
Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead while conversations drifted through the crowded ballroom.
I had only stepped away for a moment.
Just a moment.
Unfortunately, that was all it took.
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A businessman I barely knew approached me.
At first, the conversation was harmless.
Polite.
Professional.
Then he moved closer.
Too close.
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I took a small step back.
He stepped forward.
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"You're even more beautiful up close," he said with a smile.
My discomfort immediately grew.
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Before I could respond, his hand closed around my arm.
Not hard.
But enough.
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The air around me suddenly changed.
🖤
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The man's smile disappeared.
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Because someone was standing behind him.
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Keifer.
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I had seen many expressions on his face over the years.
Jealous.
Happy.
Annoyed.
Sleepy.
Protective.
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This wasn't any of them.
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His face was unreadable.
Cold.
Dangerously calm.
🍷
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The businessman slowly released my arm.
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Keifer didn't say a word.
Not one.
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Somehow that was worse.
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Without breaking eye contact with the man, Keifer stepped forward and pulled me gently but firmly to his side.
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The entire room had gone silent.
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Nobody dared interrupt.
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Nobody dared speak.
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After a long moment, Keifer finally looked at me.
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"Let's go."
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His voice was quiet.
Controlled.
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I knew that tone.
💔
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The drive was silent.
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Painfully silent.
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Streetlights flashed across the car windows as we drove through the city.
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I glanced toward him.
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"Keifer—"
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"Not now."
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His eyes never left the road.
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I swallowed.
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A few minutes passed.
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"Keifer, I didn't—"
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"My patience is very thin right now, Jay."
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The words weren't loud.
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They didn't need to be.
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Silence filled the car again.
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When the vehicle finally stopped, I frowned.
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This wasn't home.
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A private hotel stood in front of us.
Dark.
Elegant.
Quiet.
🖤
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Keifer stepped out first.
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I followed.
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Neither of us spoke as we entered the building.
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The elevator ride felt endless.
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The tension between us growing heavier with every passing second.
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Finally, the doors opened.
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Keifer unlocked the suite.
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The moment we stepped inside, the door shut behind us with a sharp click.
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The room fell silent.
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For the first time all night, Keifer turned to face me.
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And the look in his eyes made my heart skip a beat.
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Keifer's hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. He yanked me against his chest before I could speak. His mouth crashed down on mine. Hard. Possessive. His tongue pushed past my lips and claimed every inch.
I gasped into the kiss. His fingers dug into my waist. He walked me backward until my back hit the wall.
He broke the kiss only to drag his mouth down my jaw. Teeth scraped skin. He sucked hard enough to leave marks.
"Mine," he growled against my throat.
His hands found the zipper of my gown. He pulled it down in one rough motion. The powder-blue fabric slid off my shoulders and pooled at my feet. I stood in nothing but thin lace panties.
Keifer's eyes darkened. He shoved the panties down my legs and kicked them aside. Then his mouth was on my breasts. He sucked one nipple deep, biting just enough to make me cry out. His hand covered the other breast, squeezing, rolling the nipple between his fingers.
I arched into him. My hands tangled in his hair.
He dropped to his knees without warning. His shoulders pushed my thighs apart. His mouth sealed over my pussy. Tongue licked straight through my folds. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing inside me without mercy.
I moaned loud. My hips jerked. He pinned me to the wall with one arm across my stomach while he fucked me with his tongue and fingers.
"Keifer—"
He stood up fast. Belt unbuckled. Pants shoved down. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking. He grabbed my thighs, lifted me, and slammed inside in one thrust.
I cried out. He buried himself to the hilt. No pause. He started fucking me hard against the wall. Each thrust slammed my back into the surface. His grip on my ass was bruising.
"You let him touch you," he snarled into my ear. "Never again."
His hips snapped faster. Skin slapped. My pussy clenched around him with every stroke. Sweat slicked our bodies. He bit my shoulder, sucking another mark.
"Say it," he demanded.
"Yours," I gasped. "Only yours."
He carried me to the bed without pulling out. Dropped me onto the mattress and followed, still buried deep. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and drove in deeper. The angle made me see stars.
He fucked me like he was punishing both of us. Rough. Relentless. Every thrust hit that spot inside that made my vision blur.
"Come," he ordered.
My orgasm hit hard. Pussy pulsing around his cock. He kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release. When he came he stayed locked inside, grinding deep as he filled me.
He didn't pull out right away. Just stayed there, breathing against my neck, arms locked around me like he was afraid I'd disappear.
Morning light filtered through the curtains.
I woke up sore.
My body ached in the best way.
Keifer's arm was still locked around my waist.
I pressed closer to his chest, seeking his warmth.
He stirred.
Pulled me tighter against him.
His hand slid down my back.
"Morning," he murmured against my hair.
I hummed and buried my face in his neck.
My feet throbbed from the heels.
I winced.
Keifer noticed instantly.
He sat up.
Took my feet in his hands.
His thumbs pressed into the arches.
"Should've told me sooner," he said quietly.
He massaged slowly.
Working out every knot.
I sighed and melted into the sheets.
"Stay here," he ordered.
He disappeared into the bathroom.
Water ran.
He came back and lifted me.
Carried me straight to the tub.
Steam rose around us.
He lowered me in gently.
Climbed in behind me.
Pulled me back against his chest.
His hands moved over my body.
Washing me with slow strokes.
Soap slid down my skin.
He rinsed me carefully.
Then he reached for the oil.
Poured it into his palms.
Warmed it between his hands.
Started at my thighs.
His fingers rubbed the oil in deep.
Kneading the muscle.
He leaned down.
Pressed his lips to my inner thigh.
Kissed the spot softly.
Then higher.
Another kiss.
His mouth lingered.
Warm breath against freshly oiled skin.
I shivered.
He kept massaging.
Kissing between strokes.
Up one thigh.
Then the other.
His lips brushed close to my pussy but didn't touch.
Just teased.
"Better?" he asked against my skin.
I nodded.
He smiled against my thigh.
Kept rubbing the oil in.
Kept kissing every inch he could reach.