The CEO's Trio ~ Eight

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Chapter 8| Suprises.

My heart was beating so fast I was scared it was going to come flying out of my chest. My breathing was all over the place. I looked around the room for the nearest object.

Sebastian was so going to kill me for letting a complete stranger in the house. That's if the stranger doesn't kill me first.

"Hello." he called out, walking through the dim room, "I can see you, y'know, help me out. My back hurts." He instructed.

"W-who are you?" I stuttered getting up and taking a step back still looking at the man who looked oddly similar to Mr. Reynolds.

They both had the same brown eyes and dark hair but his hair has dark patches of grey in it.

He dug his hand in his pocket and brought something, "I guess, I'll just help myself since you aren't very helpful, which is strange considering the fact that you are the help."

I took another step back and snatched the broom, that I'd been using earlier to clean up Oliver's mess.

"Hey?" He called, walking closer towards me "What are you doing?" He demanded, but I was already too late, I had used the broom to smack him in the stomach and make him groan in pain. "Do you know who I am?!" He demanded.

"No! But I know you're a creep." I yelled, standing back, proud of what I had done. I grabbed him by the legs and dragged him closer to the couch, where anyone could easily hear me if he tried anything.

"Let me go, you stupid girl." He growled, snatching the broom off me, as I tried to fight for it back.

"No way. Mr Reynolds will kill you as soon as he gets home." I threathened and his eyebrows furrowed, and he opened his mouth to say something but we heard loud booming footsteps that shut both of us up.

The heavy footsteps, we're loud enough to wake up both Olive and Oliver, sending them into a screaming frenzy.

"Who. Woke. Me. Up!?!?" She, Olivia screamed throwing her doll against the wall. The doll slid down it's head now broken in two.

Oliver and Olives cries were getting louder but I couldn't leave Olivia in the room with this incredibly rude thief, he'd kill her.

"Olivia to back to bed." I hissed under my breath, my eyes not leaving the man once.

"No way, I'm telling my daddy." she said walking to the door, "And you are so going to get fired."

Then the door opened and Mr. Reynolds walked in. He looked around the room and sighed, like he'd expected something like this to happen.

"I'm going to bed." he sighed closing the door behind Winston.

"B-but." I stuttered, pointing to the man, hoping to atleast get a word for prasie for taking down a man double my size.

"I'm still consuiss." The man muttered, "Sebastian, you always hire the weird people, I swear."

"Did you not read my text?" he asked sounding annoyed.

"No, why?" I questioned tilting my head to the side

"Goodnight." he walked away and I heard the door slam.

I picked up my phone and typed in my password which was 1234 the to me always forgetting.

My dad's coming over later. He has a key. Expect him.

~ Sebastian x

Such a short message explained so much.

I stood there awkwardly, not exactly sure what to do, I mean I just hit my boss' dad in the stomach with a broom.

"Uh.. sorry?" It came out more of a question, as I bent down to lend him a helping hand.

"Just go get the kids." He grumbled.

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"I'm really sorry." I apologised for the fifth time in that minute, I felt so guilty, I should've let him explain.

"You should be." He snapped, "I almost died, I couldn't breathe!"

"Dad." Mr Reynolds cut him off before he could continue.

"Car?" Oliver asked from the floor looking up at me, as he held him car in his hand and waved it in my face.

"It's your fault anyway." Mr. Reynolds shrugged, taking a sip of his wine, "You should've knocked or announced your presence."

"I did, and the idiot completely ignored me." he snapped angerily moving his legs, though I could tell it was paining him. "It's her fault for not reading the text." He accused.

"If I had read the text and you still came in the way you came in I would have thought you were a thief. " I protested, defending myself before walking over to Oliver who had climbed up on the chair and picked him up and placed him on the floor. I felt Mr. Reynolds hard chocolate brown eyes stare at me while I tickled Oliver under his chin, making him giggle.

"Blame the old man." he yelled waving his hands in the air "This is why I make sure the people that I hire can actually do their job."

"And this is why nobody asked you. I made a mistake, yeah, but let it go. With the way you're acting now, you deserve that beating with a broom." I blurted out angrily. I couldn't stand the way he was speaking to me.

"Agree, father. What you did was dumb, end of." Mr Reynolds finalized taking a sip out of his glass of wine. I gave him a weak smile for defending me.

"Daddy," Olivia called, tugging at Mr Reynolds trousers, "Rylee woke me up!"

"That's terrible, love, Miss Jordan will help you go back to sleep." He replied, stroking her hair, his eyes not leaving me once. What's his problem?

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I flipped the banana pancake with one hand and smiled proudly. It didn't look like mush this time, meaning that I was getting better at this job.

"Oliver, Olivia!" I called, sliding the pancake onto the sixth plate, "Breakfast is ready!"

"Coming." Olivia yelled, busting open the kitchen door and storming into the kitchen and climbing up the wooden barstool. She narrowed her eyes at me as I picked up the plates and began to set out the table.

"This is Carrie's job. Not yours." Olivia commented, taking a fork and stabbing it into the pancake.

"Nice, innit?" I remarked, scooping up Oliver and placing him in his wooden high chair, that he was getting way too big for.

"Eh, I've tasted better." She shrugged, finishing off her first pancake. I rolled my eyes at her pride, she just couldn't bring herself to admit that I was doing something right, "Anyway, I'm tired of pancakes, we have them everyday."

"Then we'll go grocery shopping soon." I suggested, cutting up Oliver's pancake.

"We? Isn't that your job?" She asked raising her eyebrow, just like Mr Reynolds always did.

"No, because I'm not the only one who eats in this household." I grumbled, taking a baby fork and stabbing it into my pancake. It didn't even taste that bad.

Are you free on Friday? We can meet up at Westfield.

Noire xx

I replied instantly, informing her that I was free and we could meet up at three.

"Good morning, Miss Jordan. Did you sleep well?" Mr Reynolds asked, as he strolled into the kitchen, already dressed for work, while I was still in my Mickey Mouse pyjamas.

"Good morning Mr Reynolds. I slept fine, thanks." I smiled warmly at him and served him my pancake mush, "Sorry, it didn't really work out right."

"It's fine." He accepted my 'pancake' and began slowly eating, while Olivia began telling him about her dance skills.

I turned to Oliver who was sitting on the floor, eating like a dog, just like Mr Reynolds had warned me.

I sighed and shook my head, picking him and his plate up at the same time, and slipping him in his high chair, ignoring his protests. I placed his pancake in front of him and left him be.

Olive was in her carseat, that I had placed on the kitchen table. I could tell she was getting bored and annoyed with the rocker because whenever I put her inside it she began to cry hysterically. She was oggling at herself in the magic mirror.

"Thank you for the meal, Miss Jordan but I really must go. I have a meeting today." I glanced at his half eaten plate of pancake and smiled.

"Oh, well good luck. Have a great day at work!" I waved, picking up his plate and scraping the leftovers in the bin.

"You too." He called, slamming the door behind him. Sending Olive into hysterics.

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"Don't tell me that b@stard left without me." Senior Mr Reynolds growled, as he interrupted out television session. We didn't really get out much.

"Excuse me, Mr Reynolds?!" I exclaimed, glancing at Oliver and Olivia, who's eyes hadn't left the screen. "Do not swear near them, I'm ignoring your rudeness, but I'm asking you nicely to keep your rude language to yourself."

"Look, 'nanny' I have got time for this crap. Where is my son?" He demanded rolling my eyes.

I pretended not to hear him and continued to watch T.V, I wasn't going to listen to him until he spoke to me nicely.

"Goddamnit! Fine, I'm sorry. Just where is he?" SR Mr Reynolds exploded, making me raise an eyebrow. That's what I thought.

"He went to work about an hour ago, he's currently in a very important meeting." I explained, checking my watch to make sure the times were right, "Sometimes he calls during lunch, or just comes back home."

He snorted, then noticed my very serious face, "Oh you're serious?" I nodded my head, why wouldn't I be? He frowned, "You're turning my son soft. He was never like this with Olivette."

"Or maybe, I'm a stranger looking after his kids, and he's calling to make sure everything is alright?"

"Yeah that too." He rolled his eyes, "Anyway call a cab for me, as if I'd take the bus."

"Please?" I added.

"Please call a cab for me." He replied through gritted teeth and I smiled.

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"Finally he's gone." Olivia let out a breath of relief as we continued to wave at the black taxi, that was driving their grandfather away, "Anways, let's go back to watching Finding Nemo."

"Actually..." My voice trailed off as I made my suggestion, "How about we go somewhere? We spend way too much time cooped up inside, it's not outside, let's get some fresh air."

"How about? No. I want to finish my movie."

"Newo! Newo!" Oliver chanted, but I shook my head.

"We're going out. We spend way too much time inside, it's not healthy." I informed her.

"Where are we going to go then? I'm tired of walking up and down." Olivia grumbled.

"You'll see." I smirked.

One problem, I didn't have the slightest clue what exactly to do with them, or where to take them.

My phone rang. Mr Reynolds is finally calling. Even though out conversations were brief and he only asked me about the kids, I just loved hearing his voice.

I picked up my phone, excited to hear his beautiful voice only to hear Anita.

"Oh.. hey." I greeted, trying to hide my slight disappointment.

"Damn girl, what did I do that you sound so upset to hear my voice?" I could hear the mock hurt in her voice making me giggle.

"Sorry, I just thought you were someone else." I picked out a pair of grey shorts for Oliver to wear and lay it out on his dresser.

"Oooh, Ryleeee. Somebody has a crushie-wushieee!" Anita laughed, and I felt the heat rush to my face.

"No, it's.. uh.. not like that. I mean I think he's good looking."

"Gurrrrllll."

"Okay fine, he's absolutely delicious, he's not exactly my type considering that fact that he's my boss but I could watch him all day, his body is so yummy, I mean I could eat him all up-."

"Well I'm sure not stopping you." I turned around, and hung up the phone instantly.

Abort mission, Mr Reynolds is standing right behind me. Do not panic, I repeat. DO NOT PANIC!

Panic mode activated.

"M-Mr Reynolds, you're..um home early. I-I wasn't talking about you, I like you but not like that, I mean you're a great guy, like you're really really hot, I mean you're good looking but er.. um I didn't mean all that stuff, you see-." I rambled nervously. He was staring at me so intensely, that I thought I was going to faint.

His dark eyes looked looked me up and down as he smirked.

He took a step forward, making me take two steps back. Why was he looking at me like that?

"You said you could eat me all up." He murmured, his hot breath fanning my neck.

I didn't know how much longer my legs would be able to hold me up for.

He brought his lips close to my ear, "So eat me all up."

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Sebastian, you slut ;)

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