WHEN NO ONE IS WATCHING (GL)

Chapter 10: Tonight , You're Mine

A private resort tucked away from the city noise, all white archways and glistening fountains. Rows of trimmed hedges framed the walkways, and the sunset poured soft gold over the marble paths. Birds chirped lazily as guests settled in—laughter echoing from balconies and champagne flutes clinking in the distance.

The entire Davis entourage had taken over the south wing, with security guards handling luggage and keeping tabs on the high-profile guests that filled the halls.

Jane's room was midway down the corridor, nestled between Jose's cousins and distant aunties she hadn't met. She had just finished placing her suits in the wardrobe—each one chosen with too much care—when there was a knock at the door.

She opened it, and Jose stood there.

Barefoot. In sweatpants. Hoodie half-zipped over a tank top. No makeup, no earrings—just raw, relaxed beauty.

"Can I come in?" she asked softly.

Jane stepped aside without a word.

Jose sat on the edge of the bed like it was familiar, like she'd been there before.

She didn't speak for a while. Jane didn't push her.

Finally, she said it. "Don't say yes to him."

Jane blinked. "To Pettró?"

Jose nodded, still not looking up. "He's not your type. And… he doesn't see you."

Jane turned, watching her. "Who does?"

Jose's eyes lifted, locking onto hers. "No one, maybe someone else."

The silence thickened.

Jane took a step closer, slow and measured. "say who."

"I just did," Jose whispered.

Their eyes held each other, breathing the same tight air.

But neither moved closer.

Because whatever this was… it wasn't ready. Not yet. But it was getting there.

Outside the door, two of the Davis family bodyguards waited quietly. When Jose finally stepped out of Jane's room, they moved forward, lifting her suitcases from where they had left them earlier.

"Miss Davis, your parents asked us to take you to your room now."

She gave a small nod, her fingers still tingling from the room she'd just left.

As she followed them down the hall, she was still silently praying—Please let them pair me with her, just let me be her roommate this weekend…

But no.

Her parents had insisted Jane be given privacy and space "as a guest." A luxury suite at the far end of the wing, elegant and solitary.

Jose's heart sank when she realized… they wouldn't be sharing a room.

The disappointment hit quietly but deeply. Her shoulders slumped a little, until—

"Here you go, Miss Davis," one of the guards said, opening a door.

Room 305.

She turned to glance across the corridor.

Room 304.

Jose blinked. A slow smile curled at her lips.

Maybe her parents didn't know what they were doing… but the universe absolutely did.

Back in her room, Jane leaned against the door after it clicked shut. Her hand brushed her chest.

Jose's words echoed in her head.

"No one, or maybe someone else."

And now she had to try to sleep… hoping Jose will be paired with her.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror and muttered, "This is gonna be a problem."

A smile tugged at her lips anyway.

Jose had tried to sleep.

She couldn't.

Too many thoughts, too many what-ifs.

She paced her hotel room barefoot, finally grabbing her hoodie and slipping out into the quiet hallway.

Just a few minutes in her room, she told herself. We can talk. Maybe laugh. I just want to be near her.

Jose raised her hand to knock—when she heard voices inside.

A man's voice.

She froze.

It was Pettró.

Inside Jane's room.

Jose didn't hesitate. She pushed the door open, uninvited.

Jane was standing near the minibar, wine glass in hand, clearly uncomfortable. Pettró was seated on the couch, laughing at something he'd just said.

"Am I interrupting?" Jose said, voice cool but sharp.

Jane looked up, surprised. "Jose—"

Pettró smiled. "Just catching up with your charming doctor."

Jose didn't even blink. "You're wasting your time."

That shut him up.

"She's not into you," Jose added calmly. "In fact, she's not into any man."

Silence hit the room like a slap.

Jane froze, heart thudding.

Pettró blinked, confused. "Wait. Are you saying—?"

"She's a lesbian," Jose said bluntly. "She doesn't want you today, tomorrow, or ever."

"Jose!" Jane finally found her voice.

Pettró stared at Jane, eyes desperate. "Is that true?"

Jane's lips parted. But no sound came out.

She wasn't ready for this.

Not like this.

Pettró's shoulders sagged, but he nodded slowly, trying to salvage his pride. "Fine. Maybe she's just never met the right guy. Maybe that's still me."

Jane flinched slightly. She didn't want to lie. But she didn't want to crush him either.

Pettró gave a weak smile, stood, and left the room quietly. The door shut behind him with a soft click that still felt like thunder.

Jose turned to Jane. Her face fell. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to out you like that."

Jane shook her head, dazed. "I've never even said it out loud… not to anyone."

Jose whispered, "You didn't need to. I saw you. And I loved what I saw."

Jane blinked, chest rising slowly.

But Jose stepped back. "You probably hate me now."

"I don't," Jane said immediately. "I just… didn't expect it to happen this way."

They stood there in thick silence, hearts pounding.

Jose looked toward the bed. "I actually came to ask if I could sleep in here. Just needed company."

Jane glanced at the half-empty wine glasses. "You still can. Just no more surprise guests."

Jose gave a soft laugh, slipping off her hoodie and crawling into the bed without another word.

Sunlight sliced through the curtains. Jane rolled over, finding the other side of the bed empty.

Jose had left without a word.

Jane had barely freshened up when the twins burst into her room like a hurricane.

"Jane! We need help!" Jayden exclaimed.

Jordan added, "Jose's wig isn't sticking and the makeup artist has ruined her brows!"

Jane blinked. "Why am I the one—?"

"Because everyone listens to you!" they chorused.

And just like that, Jane was dragged barefoot into bridal chaos.

Backstage, the family villa buzzed with wedding prep. Photographers, decorators, makeup artists, and relatives swarmed everywhere.

Jane moved like a calm center in the storm, helping where she could, guiding where necessary. The twins followed her like loyal shadows.

But then—

Pettró showed up.

In a black tuxedo that hugged him perfectly.

He walked up to Jane and threw an arm over her shoulders. "You look handsomely beautiful, Doc."

Jose turned at that exact moment—seeing him way too close, too familiar.

She almost growled.

Her jaw tightened. She walked right up to them.

Pettró grinned. "Hey, little sis."

Jose ignored him completely. "Jane, can I speak to you privately?"

Jane gently shrugged off Pettró's arm and followed Jose behind a row of flower arches.

Jose spun on her. "Why was his hand on you?"

Jane blinked. "He was just talking—"

"He's not 'just' anything, Jane. He likes you. And you standing there like it means nothing is… it's driving me crazy."

Jane's brows lifted. "Are you jealous?"

Jose hesitated. "Yes," she admitted. "God, yes."

Jane stepped closer, voice low. "Then say that."

Jose looked at her for a long moment.

And this time… she didn't say it.

She just reached out and fixed Jane's collar, eyes lingering on her lips.

"Go back inside," Jose whispered. "Before I cause a scene."

Jane left, her heart pounding harder than it ever had in surgery.

The wedding started soon after, but Jane barely remembered the vows. All she could think about was the way Jose had looked at her… and then walked away.

The wedding was a spectacle.

From the flower-lined altar to the clinking of crystal under the chandeliers, everything screamed luxury and legacy. The Davis family didn't do "simple." Jose's older brother, Jonathan, beamed beside his bride, but Jose's thoughts drifted elsewhere.

To the woman in the tailored black suit standing quietly by the buffet.

Jane.

Not just anyone could pull off a three-piece like that—sleek, crisp, minimal, yet every bit as magnetic as the bride herself. Jane looked powerful, respectful, and so unapologetically… her.

Jose watched her from across the crowd, every now and then catching her eye and pretending she hadn't. She didn't need to imagine the whispers. She could hear them.

"Is that her doctor?"

"She looks… interesting."

"That's the one the twins won't stop talking about?"

Jose's mother had paired Jane with a table by herself, saying she deserved "some privacy." Jose was heartbroken. She had prayed for something else. A chance to stay by her side tonight.

But fate had mercy.

Jane's room was directly opposite hers. She'd take it.

Reception Night

The mood shifted from elegance to celebration. The live band switched to soft Afrobeat and jazz blends as champagne bottles popped and the dance floor came alive.

Jane kept to the side until, unsurprisingly, Pettró made his move.

He took her hand dramatically and pulled her into a slow dance, all too aware of who was watching.

Jose.

Jose saw them from across the hall, eyes narrowing as Pettró whispered something into Jane's ear that made her awkwardly chuckle and look away.

Enough.

Jose stormed onto the dance floor, bold as the flashing lights. She tapped her brother on the shoulder, slipping between them with a smile far too sharp.

"Mind if I cut in?"

Pettró looked stunned. Jane? Even more so.

But Jose didn't wait. She gripped Jane's hand and guided her further into the crowd—right into the space where couples swayed in rhythm, hands held, bodies close.

"You're mine tonight," Jose muttered just loud enough.

Jane swallowed hard but didn't pull away. "You're not usually this... assertive."

Jose smiled. "You bring it out of me."

As they danced, the world softened. Conversations blurred, and the music became the only thing that mattered. Stolen glances turned to lingering eye contact. Jose's fingers brushed Jane's waist more times than she'd admit.

Later that night, as the air turned cold, Jane stepped outside with Jose for a breather. The breeze picked up, making Jose wrap her arms around herself.

Without a word, Jane slipped off her jacket and draped it over Jose's shoulders.

Then, with a softness that caught her off guard, she adjusted the collar, leaned in, and whispered—

"Better?"

Jose nodded, lips parted, eyes glowing. She said nothing, but everything she wanted was screaming through her silence.

Inside, guests noticed. They talked about it to themselves.

Pettró saw it too, he started understanding why his sister had been behaving weird.