The CEO's Trio ~ Thirteen

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Chapter 13| Unravelled Secrets.

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"You can't just walk into whatever room pleases you." He hissed as he marched down the hallway with me following not too far behind. I felt like a child getting told of by their father for snooping around the house and looking at stuff they were not supposed to look at.

I hadn't seen Sebastian this angry since I had poured coffee all over his £20,000 suit.

It was my fault for not just asking where Olive's room was, I must have brought back some old memories that he wanted to remain hidden.

But it couldnt say hidden forever someone was destined to come and find and I truly hoped that I was that person. Not because I'm nosy but because I care. I care for Sebastian and the kids.

"Where are you taking me to?" I questioned following him up a flight of incredbily steep stairs.

He didn't awnser my question. He just continued to walk up the stairs  as if he was in a trance and could not get out.

To be honest he was scaring me and I wanted to go back home.

This house was weird and was obviously doing strange things to him.

No he wouldn't, he had a little more common sense than her and if he was to turn out like her he would be a little smarter.

"Sebastian of you don't tell me I'll stop walking." I threathened, standing still, to show him that i was very serious.

He wrapped his large hand around my wrist and pulled me up through the rest of the stairs, catching me off guard.

He didn't hurt me, though he was a little rough and pulled me with quite a bit of force.

"Rylee," his voice was stern and quite gruff and he looked me dead in the eye. He looked quite distresssd. It made me feel incredibly guilty.

I followed him up the stairs and he led me into a dark room. I wasn't necessarily a huge fan of the dark, so I found myself gently clutching to the back of his shirt.

The lights were switched of and the sight of a cosy little bedroom came into sight. On the wall was the same Alexander that was written in wood.

The blue wooden cot was pushed up against the wall, and inside the cot was a small teddy bear that sat on top of its matching blankets.

The room looked as if. It was still active. It look as if the 'Alexander' person had just been laying in that crib less than an hour ago.

But apart of me felt as if this room hadn't been used in years, and this room was the cause of Sebastian pain and his problems.

The wall was painted a baby blue and the floor was an oak flooring. It looked better than almost every room in the house, showing that whoever has taken the time to decorate the room had used up a lot of time, thought and energy.

Toys were scattered around in every corner of the room and a rug with the letter "A" was placed in front of the changing table and directly next to his bed.

Picture's of a baby boy was hanging on the walls all around the room.

I didn't open my mouth and I carefully watched Sebastian as he opened the door, showing me another little room. This one was smaller than the other room.

There was a small bed pushed to the wall. The walls were a cream colour and the paint had started to crack and fall onto the floor, leaving patches of discoloration scattered around the wall.

The red curtains were now hanging from a loose string, on the verge of falling at any second.

The drawers from the chest of drawers had been removed from their rightful places and flung at the wall and you could see from the squarish marks on the already damaged wall.

"What is this place?" I managed to croak out grabbing at what was left of the chest of drawers for support.

"This." he looked at me straight into the eye, I soon forgot everything around me existed and all I could focus on were his brown eyes.

"This is my Alexander- my son's room."

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So many questions were buzzing through my mind as we say in silence, the sound of the engine was our only source of entertainment.

All the babies were silent though they were all awake. Olivia was staring out of the window, while Oliver was silently playing with a toy car that Molly had given him and I wasn't exactly sure what Olive was doing but I knew she was wide awake.

We pulled up at our apartment block and Sebastian jumped out of the car, not making any eye contact with me. He helped with Oliver and Olivia but did not even give Olive a second glance.

I lifted up Olive and held her in my arms as if she was a newborn baby. The door slammed next to me and I felt Sebastians eyes on me.

We went up the lift in silence, no one argued to press the button and nobody spoke a word. I saw the worries glances that Oliver and Olivia were giving each other.

It was like they understood what each other was saying, without saying anything.

I wished I had that type of connection with my step-siblings, but I'm not even sure they know my name.

As soon as we got into the penthouse they both yelled their "good nights," and ran straight into their rooms.

The you could cut the tension with a knife. Instead of saying anything, I just walked to my room with Olive in my arms.

As soon as I got her changed and placed her in her cot she was out like a light, for now anyway. Winston happily trotted into the room with Bear on his back.

As much as I didn't like dogs, or care, or animals for that matter, I still pulled both of them into a tight hug. I gently stroked behind Winstons ears and rubbed his back soothingly. He was quick to roll on his back requesting that I rub his belly.

After what seemed like ages of playing with Winston. I started to hear sounds. Sounds like heavy footsteps, banging on the table, murmuring and muttering.

I stood up leaving the pets in my room and walked out to the kitchen, Where Sebastian was leaning against the counter with a bottle of alcohol in his hand.

That was the good thing about Dennis, he rarely ever drank in case it ruined his good looks. I thought of him as cocky when he said that but now when I look back he was right. Drinking not only destroys what you look like on the outside but it also destroys your way of thinking on the inside.

I didn't want Sebastian to be destroyed. So I walked up to him and snatched the drink out of his hand before pouring it down the drain.

His face held two totally different emotions. Anger and Amazement.

"What the hell?" He roared obviously not in the right state of mind. He grabbed my wrist and glared at me. I chose not to be afraid and I glared at him back.

"You can't just drink your sadness away you have to talk about it." I reasoned with him trying to pull my hand away from his tight grasp.

"Who the hell does that help?" He snapped tightening his grip around my wrist.

"Everyone." I cried out closing my eyes trying to endure the pain but it really hurt. He was squeezing the life out of my wrist.

"Well last time I checked I wasn't everyone." He hissed spinning me into his chest.

What on earth......?

He fingers moved down to the hem of my shirt and he lifted it up. Thank God I was wearing shorts.

He fingers moved from belly button up to my ribs.

"You're drunk and you think this is the only way to fix things." I accused and he didn't say anything just continued to run his fingers up and down my stomach.

"I should've taken you, the other day." He murmured, softly kissing my neck, "I don't know why I didn't."

"Sebastian no, We are going to talk about your problems whether you like it or not." I snapped moving his hands away from my body and onto his own, "You're upset and talking helps, so talk to me, no problem is too small."

"What do you want to know?" he asked taking a step forward, "Just search me up and you can read all about me on the news."

"I don't want to read about you. I want to talk to you, so talk to me!" I cried, giving him a little shake.

He nodded his head slowly.

"So where is Alexander?" I questioned him gently, running my hand through his soft hair.

He didn't awnser he just looked up to the sky and I instantly got the hint.

"He...we... We were in a car accident, it was all my fault." he whispered sadly, and I shook my head, running my fingers down his face gently caressing his skin. His closed his eyes and grabbed my head, not letting it leave his face.

"I'm so sorry Sebastian, it's not your fault." I mumbled, still using my other hand to play with his hair.

He sighed before continuing on, "Alexander is Molly's child." I choked on air, trying to take this in. I should've known there was something going on between both of them. She was just so pretty and he was just so handsome and -.

"It was a mistake, a-a one night stand and she got pregnant. The pregnancy messed with her mental health, she became bipolar and depressed. It wasn't safe for Alexander so when he was two months he came to live with me." He explained glancing up at me, before continuing, "At that time Olive had just had her second miscarriage and she really wanted a baby, so she took Alex in instantly. He rarely saw Molly, I knew that he didn't really like her and refused to call her mum or anything. He wanted Olive and only Olive, but Alexander and I? We were inseparable."

I nodded, egging him to continue.

"He died exactly four years before Olive was born. On the 25th of April." He explained bowing down his head, letting my hand drop. My birthday.

"I'm so sorry." I apologised sadly, as I continued to stroke his hair, "I know you're hurt, but please don't take it out on Olive, she's only a baby, she didn't chose the circumstances of her birth." I begged.

There was a silence and then Seabstian wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug. He probably won't even remember this in the morning.

"So please don't hate Olive for the death of your wife." I choked out burying my face in his shoulder, "She is the most precious and innocent baby and she doesn't deserve it."

"I'll try," he whispered "But it's not going be easy, every time I look at Olive, I see Olivette."

"That's why I'm here to help you." I whispered gently stroking his brown hair.

"God Dammit Jordan what are you doing to me?" he murmured after a few minutes of our comfortable silence.He grabbed my face, using his two hands and he smashed his lips against mine catching me of guard.

I started at him in bewilderment. His pace was quick and hungry. I tried not to kiss back, not wanting a remake of yesterday, even though it was amazing I still worked for him.

"Kiss back." he growled pushing my head closer to his, my arms somehow found their place around his neck as I pulled him closer, kissing him with everything I had.

His lips moved from my mouth to my jaw and from my jaw to my neck and back to my lips. My legs wrapped around him as he deepened the kiss.

"Daddy, why are you kissing Rylee?" We jumped away from each other and I quickly scrambled to my feet and wiped my mouth with my hand.

"We were hugging." I replied quickly.

"Didn't look like it." Olivia shrugged making a disgusted face, as she fake vomited.

"Well that's all we were doing." I quickly rushed her out of the room and said my Goodnight to Sebastian.

"Are you and my Daddy in love?" She asked while I tucked her in for the night, "I won't tell anyone if you are."

"I really don't know Olivia." I sighed.

"My Mummy says you only kiss people you love." She mumbled sleepily.

"And I believe your mummy is right." I whispered turning of the light and exiting the room.

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