The golden light of morning spilled into the suite, warming the sheets tangled around two bodies lost in each other.
Mira slowly fluttered her lashes open. Her bare skin shivered slightly beneath the cool breeze kissing the room, but it was nothing compared to the warmth next to her. Her gaze landed on Jerry — sprawled on her stomach, one arm thrown over Mira's waist, one leg tangled between hers like she was still trying to keep her close in her sleep.
Jerry's dark hair was a wild mess, her lips slightly parted, a soft breath escaping her. The collar of her half-buttoned shirt clung to her shoulder, exposing the tight muscle of her back and chest—faint red lines still visible from Mira's nails last night. Her neck was covered in soft bruises and teeth marks — all Mira's. Her ring glinted on her hand, resting lazily against Mira's stomach.
Mira smiled, blushing.
Last night…
Her cheeks turned crimson. She had no idea Jerry could be that intense. That relentless. That loving.
From the way Jerry undressed her with slow reverence… to how she kissed every inch of her body, claiming her like she belonged to her and only her.
Mira tried to move—and winced.
"Oww…" she whispered, biting her lip.
She couldn't even walk properly now.
Just then, Jerry stirred.
Without opening her eyes, she pulled Mira closer, placing a soft kiss on her bare shoulder. "Morning, baby…"
Mira buried her face in the pillow, pouting. "You overdid it…"
Jerry finally opened her eyes, blinking up at Mira with a lazy, satisfied smirk. "I'm sorry…" She kissed Mira's shoulder again. "I couldn't stop. You looked too perfect underneath me."
"You destroyed me," Mira mumbled into the pillow.
"I know…" Jerry chuckled, brushing Mira's hair away and pressing a kiss to her temple. "You were begging for it, though."
Mira let out a dramatic sigh. "Can't even feel my legs. How am I supposed to walk into the meeting looking like a CEO?"
Just then—a knock.
"Miss Langford? Miss Kingston? You have guests waiting!"
Jerry groaned. "Ughhh. Let me guess—your manager?"
Mira didn't respond—she was already hiding under the pillow.
Jerry rolled off the bed, pulling on a loose tank top and shorts with slow, sore movements. Her back muscles flexed as she adjusted her shirt, giving Mira a perfect view.
"Stop flexing," Mira muttered, her voice muffled by the sheets.
"I'm not. I'm just in pain, too," Jerry chuckled.
She walked to the door and cracked it open.
Mira's manager burst in. "You two—what is wrong with—"
She froze.
Jerry stood there, shirt hanging off one shoulder, collarbone and neck covered in bite marks and lipstick smudges. Her hair was an absolute mess, and the sleepy smirk on her face didn't help.
Behind her, Mira peeked from under the sheets, only her eyes visible.
"YOU TWO—!!" the manager shouted, pointing furiously.
Mira raised a finger weakly. "Shout at your son-in-law, not me…"
Jerry turned around, walked back to Mira, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Sorry I broke you."
Mira grabbed a pillow and threw it at her. "You're not sorry at all."
"Nope." Jerry grinned. "You loved every second of it."
The mansion was quiet, dim lights casting soft shadows on the marble floor as Jerry walked in, her coat slung over one shoulder, her shirt half unbuttoned, hair slightly damp from the light drizzle outside. She rubbed the back of her neck with a groan, exhaustion radiating from every inch of her tall frame.
Meeting after meeting. Flirty glances. Jealous stares. Endless talking.
All Jerry wanted now… was her.
She walked up to the bedroom and quietly turned the doorknob.
The sight stopped her breath.
There she was.
Mira.
Sleeping like a goddess bathed in moonlight. Her silky strands sprawled across the pillows, her bare shoulders rising and falling gently with every breath. The sheets barely covered her chest, showing glimpses of smooth skin and a glowing mark on her collarbone — Jerry's mark.
Jerry smiled, eyes softening. She placed her coat down quietly, stepped out of her shoes, unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and tossed it aside. Instead of crawling into bed, she padded downstairs.
In the kitchen, she tied an apron around her waist, yawned, and got to work.
Midnight steak and roasted veggies, just the way Mira likes.
The sizzling sound filled the kitchen, the warm aroma drifting upstairs. She arranged the plates carefully — hers a mess, Mira's perfect — and carried the tray back up.
Quietly, she placed it on the bedside table, then leaned down to kiss Mira's forehead gently. "Wake up, my queen."
Mira stirred, her lashes fluttering before her eyes opened. She blinked, dazed and sleepy.
"…Jerry?" she whispered. "W-When did you come back?"
"Just now." Jerry smiled.
Mira's eyes widened and she tried to sit up quickly, clutching the sheet. "I didn't prepare dinner! Oh my god, give me a minute—"
Jerry caught her wrist and pressed it to her lips.
"First of all… I'm sorry for overdoing it last night." She looked a little guilty.
Mira blinked. Then blushed.
Jerry leaned closer and smiled. "Second… I made dinner. So stop stressing, princess."
"You're… spoiling me," Mira mumbled, pouting.
Jerry kissed her pout with a chuckle. "I plan to spoil you forever."
She picked up a plate and a fork, scooped a bite, and held it to Mira's lips.
"Say aah."
Mira narrowed her eyes. "You're feeding me now?"
"You're royalty. That's how it works."
Mira took the bite, and her eyes widened. "Mmm! This is… better than the restaurants!"
Jerry grinned proudly. "I took notes the first time you cooked for me. You moaned just like that when you tasted your own food."
"Shut up," Mira giggled, nudging her with her shoulder.
They sat there in bed, exchanging bites, laughter, and soft stolen kisses between chews. Mira leaned against Jerry's side, legs tangled in the sheets, warmth in her chest.
No diamonds or rings could match this moment.
Just love, steak, soft giggles… and a very smug tomboy in an apron.