Kairo and Sara were at the shooting set for their company's new ad campaign. Kairo sat in a chair, going over details with Ben, who was giving instructions to the crew. The model posed gracefully, showcasing the latest collection as the cameras clicked, capturing every stunning shot. The campaign was set to run across the entire city of Belvaria, promoting their new clothing line.
Kairo's eyes stayed glued to the monitor, watching how the model highlighted the designs. But somewhere along the way, it seemed the model misread his gaze and gave him a look that was far too inviting.
"Break time!" the director announced.
The model, Richel, walked over to Kairo while he was still deep in discussion with Ben. Sara sat a few chairs away, chatting with Selena.
"Hey," Richel greeted with a bright smile.
Kairo looked up and returned her smile. "Hi."
"Can I sit here?" she asked, nodding toward the empty chair beside him.
He glanced at her and smiled warmly. "Of course."
Richel sat down, beaming, and Kairo signaled to Ben, letting him know they'd continue their discussion later. Ben nodded and stepped aside.
"How are the photographs?" Richel asked.
"They look great," Kairo replied with a smile.
Richel returned the smile. "I'm glad you liked them," she said softly.
Her gaze drifted to the male model standing nearby, chatting with the director. "Well, the director of Novacore himself is so handsome… then why models?" she teased playfully.
Kairo raised an eyebrow, smiling at her flirtation.
"I'm being honest," she said, locking eyes with him. "You're one of the most handsome men I've ever seen."
Kairo smiled warmly. "Thanks, but I'm not really into modeling," he replied.
Richel leaned in slightly, her eyes searching his. "May I know… if you're interested in women?" she asked bluntly.
Kairo studied her expression for a moment, then smiled. "I am," he said simply.
Richel leaned closer, a small smile playing on her lips. "Good to hear," she murmured.
From a distance, Sara watched quietly, observing how he smiled and interacted with the model, how the model leaned toward him.
Richel continued, "Well then… how about meeting at Red Moon Club tonight?"
Kairo's gaze flicked toward Sara before returning to Richel. "Thank you for the invitation, but I'm taken," he said politely.
Richel's smile faltered slightly, disappointed
Yet she didn't give up. "I'm not looking for commitment… just a hook-up, maybe a one-night thing," she said, leaning closer.
Kairo's gaze darkened slightly. "Not interested, madam. I'm loyal to my woman," he replied firmly.
Richel reached out for his hand, but he stood up and walked away.
She clenched her fist, stunned. She wasn't used to hearing "no," but he had rejected her outright.
That evening, the drive home was calm, city lights streaking past the windows as Sara replayed the moments from the shoot. Richel's flirtatious lean, her smile, the way she reached for Kairo, it all stung, sharper than she expected. Not enough to make her angry, but enough to make her pulse quicken, her thoughts tangled around him.
Kairo noticed the quiet the moment she slid into the car. He glanced at her,
"You okay, baby?" he asked softly, his hand resting gently over hers on the console.
She forced a small smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm fine," she said, her voice light.
He felt something off., but He didn't press. Instead, he focused on the road while speaking with Zayn, letting her silence stretch comfortably between them, a quiet understanding passing without words.
The moment they reached home, Sara stepped out of the car with Zayn in her arms and hurried straight inside.Kairo watched her quietly from behind the wheel, her pace a little too quick, her shoulders stiff; something was off.
He followed her in, closing the door gently behind him. Before he could ask, she disappeared into their bedroom and shut the door.
Kairo sighed, rubbing his forehead.Dinner was quiet. Too quiet.She barely said a word, her voice soft but distant, eyes on her plate. He didn't push her. He just spoke gently to Zayn, feeding him, smiling through the silence that hung between them like a curtain neither dared to pull aside.
After dinner, Zayn giggled and played with his father for a while, his laughter filling the silence his parents left behind.Kairo's heart softened with every giggle, but when Zayn finally fell asleep on his arm, he tucked him gently under the blanket, kissed his forehead, and turned back…
Sara wasn't in the room.
He frowned, checking the living room, empty. Kitchen, quiet.His heart started to race. He went out to the house and asked the guard, "Did you see Sara?"
The guard nodded. "She went towards the garden, sir."
Kairo exhaled, walking quickly towards the garden on the other side of the house. The air was cool, and the moonlight cast a soft silver glow on everything around.
And there she was, standing beneath the dim garden light, her arms folded, staring blankly at the trees swaying in the night breeze.
He approached slowly. She heard his footsteps but didn't turn.
"Why are you standing here, baby?" he asked softly, placing his hands on her shoulders.
She didn't answer.
Kairo frowned slightly, then moved closer, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin near her shoulder."Are you mad, soda glass?" he asked, his tone gentle.
She finally turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze.He smiled and kissed the corner of her lips softly. "What happened to my soda glass?" he murmured.
She sighed but said nothing.
He tried to lighten the mood. "Is it mood swings? Are you ovulating again?" he teased, grinning.
Sara glared at him instantly. He chuckled, amused by her reaction.
But when he leaned in again, she backed away,
"What happened to you, angry bird?" he asked, voice softer now.
"Nothing," she said curtly. "Just feeling off."
He frowned. "All of a sudden? You've been off since the shoot. Did something happen?"
Sara looked at him, her lips pressed together, eyes glinting with something, hurt, maybe. He tightened the hug around her, brushing her arm.
"Baby," he said softly, "if you don't tell me what's wrong, how will I understand?"
She blinked a few times, her throat tightening before she finally muttered, "I didn't like the way that model was behaving with you."
Kairo blinked, then almost smiled. The way she said it, sulky, pouty, her nose slightly flaring, made her look irresistibly adorable.
"What about that?" he asked gently.
Sara's eyes widened. "What do you mean, what about that?" she snapped. "Why was she sticking to you? Why was she leaning close to you? Why were you smiling so much? You forgot you're married with a baby! I thought you had changed for a second, it felt like you were the same old college fuckboy."
Her words hit him, half shock, half amusement.
He blinked once and said with a crooked grin, "Are you jealous, baby?"
Sara glared daggers at him.
Forcing his arms off, she tried to walk away, but he grabbed her, refusing to let her go.
"Leave me, asshole!" she growled, struggling against his grip.
He smirked, pulling her back against his chest, holding her firmly as she wriggled, bumping her closer to him. She pushed and twisted, but he only tightened his hold, his gaze teasing yet possessive. "Not until you answer that."
She struggled, trying to pull free. "Let go of me before I hit your balls!"
Kairo raised a brow. "Hit me then," he said, tone teasing.
She actually bent her knees to kick, and he jumped back, laughing. "Damn, you really were about to hit me!"
She used that second to break free and started walking back toward the house, muttering under her breath.
He followed quickly. "Baby, wait! Hey, soda glass, stop!"
She didn't. He caught her hand, pulling her gently to stop her. This time, he didn't let go. He turned her around, wrapping his arms around her, holding her firmly yet gently.
"Wait," he whispered. "Just listen for a minute."
She refused to look up.
He leaned down and kissed her nose softly. "That model was trying to flirt, yeah. But I backed off. You just saw us talking, you didn't hear what I said."
Sara raised her eyes, frowning. "Oh, really? You wanted me to third wheel in your little flirty conversation?"
He laughed, couldn't help it. Then pinched her cheeks softly. "You're so cute when you're mad," he said, earning another glare.
"She asked me out," he said seriously now. "And I said no. I told her I'm already taken. When she pushed again, I walked away. Didn't you see that?"
She stared at him quietly for a few seconds, then asked, "Can I trust you?"
He smiled softly, brushing his thumb over her chin. "Of course you can, baby. If you don't believe me, ask Richel yourself."
Sara shook her head quickly. "No need. Just… avoid her from tomorrow."
He smiled. "As you command, your highness," he said dramatically, bowing his head.
Sara blinked, trying not to smile. "Fine, now let me go. I need to check on Zayn."
He didn't loosen his hold. "Not yet," he whispered, his voice suddenly softer. "Zayn's safe. He's asleep. Now it's my time… with his mommy."
Sara tried to look stern. "I'm sleepy," she murmured.
"Stop lying, soda glass."
"I'm not lying!"
"You are," he said, lips brushing near her ear. "And admit it… You were jealous."
Her eyes flickered up at him. "No. I was just worried for Zayn."
He chuckled. "Oh, really? What does Zayn have to do with Richel?"
"I thought maybe you'd break your promise to be a good father and cheat," she blurted.
He laughed aloud. "How does talking to another woman make me a bad father, baby? I still can be a good dad to him."
Sara glared. "Means you're fine with cheating and ready to hang out with other women??"
He leaned in closer, his grin mischievous. "Yes,"
She hit him. He laughed, holding her hands, stopping her from attacking. "Let me finish, baby."
He pulled her closer, taking off her glasses, he whispered, "But only if my wife admits that she was jealous… and accepts that she loves me, accepts me as her husband, then I won't."
Her lips parted, her heartbeat skipped.
"Admit it, darling, that you accept me as husband," he said again, voice low, teasing. His lips hovered just above hers.
Her breath caught. "I…"
"You…" he repeated, brushing his nose against hers.
"I…" her words melted away under his closeness, and before she could finish, she pulled him by his collar and kissed him.
He smiled against her lips, kissing her back, the air around them thick with the warmth of everything unsaid. She pushed him gently, then pulled him back again, kissing him harder, her hands tangled in his hair.
He caught her by the waist as she lifted herself slightly. He held her easily, laughing softly between kisses.
They pulled back, breathing heavily, eyes locked.
"Don't you dare cheat on me," she warned, her voice low but fierce. "You're my man. How could you even say that? You're stuck with me forever, forget Rachel or whoever she is. This soda glass isn't leaving your ass for a lifetime."
He blinked, lips twitching as he tried not to laugh at her fiery outburst.
"Yes, I was jealous," she admitted, crossing her arms. "How dare she flirt with my man!"
He bit his lower lip, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.
"Don't laugh," she snapped, narrowing her eyes. He straightened immediately.
"And another thing," she continued, pointing a finger at his chest, "how dare you just say you're taken? You should've said you're married and have a child. Were you trying to keep your options open?"
He raised his hands in mock surrender. "No, ma'am."
"Good," she said sharply. "Because you're not allowed to look at other women, no matter how pretty they are. You have only one option: this soda glass. Understand?"
"Yes, your highness," he said obediently, head bowed, but a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
"Now," she said, pulling him closer, voice dropping low, "take me to your bedroom. I need to teach you a lesson… and remind you who you belong to."
His breath caught, eyes darkening instantly. "Yes, mommy," he whispered, and before she could react, he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her toward the bedroom, her laughter echoing softly against his neck.