The CEO's Trio ~ One

Welcome to the FIRST CHAPTER of the CEO's Trio, I hope you enjoy.

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Chapter 1| The Beginning.

It was moments like this that made me wonder, 'Is it too late to become a stripper?'

All I would have to do was do a few spins on a pole and earn millions, instead of having to listen to the old hag, Mrs Johnston rant about the next door neighbours of the this house that I had taken her to look at.

Each time she would speak, her vile breath would fill the air making it hard to breathe.

"Er.. Rylee Ifamshe?" She called, tilting her head to the side and glancing at me suspiciously.

"Actually it's Rylee Jordan." I corrected her gently, smiling warmly at her.

God, I hate her so much.

Damn you Dennis!

"But it says Rylee Ifamshe 'ere so that's what I'm going to call yer," She argued, letting out a breath, her foul breath filling the air as she done so.

I used my hand to cover my nose, as I pretended to think.

"Ifamshe is my boyfriend's last name there must be a misunderstanding I'm Rylee Jordan." I repeated, scrunching up my nose at the foul smell.

"Ifamshe, Jordan same difference." Mrs Johnston rolled her eyes and began chewing on her nails.

"Anyway," I said, changing the subject, "How are you liking the house is it attends all your needs? There's another lovely house around if you don't like this one." I rambled.

"Is it up in the countryside?" she asked energetically, bouncing up and down slightly, like a young child at Christmas.

"No there was no houses up there," I replied monotonously as I bit my lip, "I already told you."

"Of course there's not," she rolled her eyes and sighed, "Bloody immigrants."

Every time she spoke, she made me want to jump out of a window.

I didn't hate my job, it wasn't what I had aimed for but I definitely didn't hate it.

I just hated the people around here, especially Mrs Johnston.

"Excuse me?" I asked sassily raising an eyebrow. How dare she?

"Nothin', I didn't say nothin'." she protested, shaking her head and moving away from me.

'That's what I thought,' was what I wanted to say, but instead I had to smile and nod and act like this was okay.

Last time I had yelled at someone, I'd almost lost my job.

Worst part about it; My boyfriends my boss. He gave me some long speech about how the rules also applied to me, girlfriend or not.

"Shall we get out of here? I can give you a ride home." I offered, big mistake. She nodded her head eagerly and began packing up her things, by things I mean cigarettes.

I led her to my Audi TT, that I had saved up for months to buy. So that one day I could hopefully drive away from everyone here and never look back.

"Wow you 'ave a nice car 'ere." Mrs Johnston smiled pulling at the seatbelt, her dirty hands leaving fingerprints, making me wonder why I agreed to drive her to the house.

"Thanks, my boyfriend has one similar but mine's newer." I explained, as I put on my seatbelt.

"Woah you've a better car than your 'usband." she gasped, leaning closer to the window, to get a better view.

"Boyfriend," I corrected, glancing at her, "and he bought it for me for our fourth year anniversary. He likes to show off."

"Four years and he hasn't proposed!" she gasped raising and eyebrow "I'd known Dan for three months before I got pregnant and we got married," she laughed loudly.

No wonder your marrige is not working out but that's none of my business 🐸☕

"Five years actually." I corrected again. It was like she never listened, I was forever correcting the old hag.

"Well buckle my shoe and call me stacy," she muttered "You guys should have gotten married years ago."

I rolled my eyes at her opinion, as I started the car and began driving towards the main road.

"So what were your thoughts on the house?" I questioned, as I waited for another car to go in front.

"I didn't really like the house but I want to look at others 'fore I decide." She informed me, I opened my window letting in the fresh air.

"Yeah that's fine," I agreed keeping my eyes on the road.

"It would be 100% better if it weren't for the kitchen and the neighbours, that ruined it for me." She reclined the chair back and I internally groaned.

"Yeah but you can paint over it, and the who and what the neighbour's do is none of your concern." I replied sternly turning into a narrow road, "Mrs Johnston, would you by any chance like a mint?"

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "Why would I want a mint?"

"Oh no reason," I quickly changed the subject and pointed to a house, "Is it this one?"

"Nah the next one, look there's our Sammy," She pointed at a little boy who was kicking a ball with a few other boys. She beamed proudly.

I hoped one day, I would be that proud of my child.

I nodded my head slowly, staring at the young boy who was juggling two balls.

"Fanks for the ride I'll see yer soon, right?" Mrs Johnston got out of the car and waved.

I watched her walk to her house. Then I got out my perfume and sprayed the car.

"Bye!" I yelled and drove off.

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Dennis and I shared an apartment in some really nice secured place.

I didn't really know if I was 100% in love with him like I used to be.

I mean we had out fair share of arguments. But like every normal couple, we work it out.

What's a relationship without arguments anyway?

Goals.

I pressed my keys to the security pad and the gates opened, I drove his car to his normal parking space then got out.

"Hello." I greeted our neighbours Mr and Mrs Pattison and their grandson Dylan who I sometimes babysat while they went out for bingo.

"Hello Rylee." Mrs Pattinson greeted hobbling over to me "Is Dennis around?" She asked.

"No, why? Do you have a message for him?" I asked.

"Oh no!" she laughed clutching Dylan's hand, "He said that he'll  fix a hole in the wall where rats are coming in from, but he never got round to it."

"I have some filling I could fill it in for you." I suggested.

"Would you?" She asked eagerly.

"Yeah I don't mind."  I smiled warmly at the old lady.

"Is Wednesday next week okay for you?" she asked.

"Perfect." I grinned.

"Oh thank you Rylee you're a doll," Mrs Pattinson beamed.

"Bye Mrs Pattinson!" I called, waving at the old lady, "Have a great day."

"You too love." she waved, whilst smiling widely at me.

I turned to lock the car door when I felt a hand on my stomach.

"Bye Mrs Pattinson, have a great day," He mimicked in my ear, once again sending shivers down my spine.

He being my boyfriend Dennis of five years.

"Oh it's just you." I let out a sigh of relief, turning around to face him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He furrowed his eyebrows together.

"Nothing." I replied walking away. Just as I was about to walk inside Dennis grabbed my wrist.

"It's six'o'clock on a Thursday." He stated and I shrugged.

"And...?"

"Today's the day of my suprise, idiot." He rolled his eyes whilst I furrowed my eyebrows.

He always warns me about 'suprises' three weeks in advance, making it harder to remember.

"But I'm not ready." I groaned, sticking out my bottom lip.

"Tough." He shrugged, dragging me back towards his car.

He opened the door for me and I sat down inside.

I played with my natural curls that I had finally decided to let down today.

"Babe? " Dennis called, glancing at me from the corner of his eye, as he started the car.

"Yes?" I answered looking at him fully.

"When you gonna get your hair done?" He asked.

"When I want to, why?" I asked, trying hard to remain calm, "If you hate my hair so much, then you could always buy me a wig or maybe pay...?" My voice trailed off.

"This is why I normally don't date black girls," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Excuse me?!" I yelled "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

"I mean they're so like loud and crazy and ghetto." he shrugged stopping at a red light.

"Wow, ok then, your mom would love to hear this." I nodded taking this all in.

"So you're gonna snake me to my step-mom?" He questioned, starting the car again.

"Yes then she can be all loud crazy and "ghetto" to you, innit?" I yelled.

"Chill fam, I'm sorry." Dennis said taking a left turn, "You know I didn't mean it like that, you're so sensitive."

I rolled my eyes and turned to face the window.

"Babe." he called again.

"Yes?" I answered sounding a lot more annoyed this time.

"I've noticed you putting on a little weight around the belly area." he pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

"Have I now?" I asked sarcastically.

"Yeah it's noticeable. Very noticeable."

"I don't necessarily see how that's any of your concern." I replied even more sarcastically.

"It's my concern because it's embarssing. Guess we'll just have to go on another diet" he shrugged.

I cringed when he mentioned the word diet. Dennis ruined the word Diet for me years ago. When I had just met him and I had been a stupid seventeen year old girl without a clue.

"Your definition of dieting is absurd. I'm never going on one your stupid sorts again." I growled, trying to keep my cool.

I only needed seven more thousand before I was able to leave.

Leave here for good.

I had been told from mutual friends that Dennis preferred Skinny girls. I was stupidly in love with Dennis so I went on a crazy diet.

I ate only 750 calories per day everyday for two months and I was constantly at the gym. Then when I actually got with Dennis when I was eighteen, I went on an even stricter lemon water, apple and tuna or sardines everyday for three whole months.

I shuddered at the thought of tuna and sardines. I hated them now.

We arrived at a huge mansion like house. Too big to be called a house too small to be called a mansion.

"Woah." I breathed out, looking at the old Victorian house.

"Yeah I know, pretty cool, innit?" Dennis asked stepping out of the car and I nodded eagerly, I loved decorating houses.

"Is this a house for someone that we're decorating?" I asked excitedly, as I took out my phone, ready to take pictures.

"Nope." Dennis grinned.

"Then who's it for?" I asked instantly losing my enthusiasm, anything other than decorating or showing other people houses was not fun.

"Us, obviously." he yelled pulling out keys to the house and opening the front gate.

"Us?" I asked my jaw hanging open.

"Yes, us." he replied grinning like a child on Christmas.

I looked around at the house. It was big, huge actually.

"Come on let's go inside." he grinned pulling up his trousers and waking through the muck that surrounded the house, making it just look plain messy.

"My shoes." I whined looking at my Jordan's.

"I'll get you new ones now come on." Dennis yelled.

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The inside of the house was just like I had expected. It was old fashioned, very old fashioned

The walls were covered in paintings of people that I didn't even know. The stairs got wider as you walked down. Just like in movies.

A beautiful house for someone interested in history, but no so much someone like me. I liked modern and small and cost houses, not old-fashioned mansions.

"Let's go look at the room I chose for us." Dennis said walking upstairs with me following.

He opened the door to a big room with a huge window.

There was huge closet filled with clothes in the corner, dresses that women might've wore before even my grandparents were born.

"Shouldn't these be in a museum or something?" I questioned, running my hands down the fabric. He chuckled loudly.

"Don't you just love it?" Dennis asked beaming down at me.

"Dennis I'm not so sure...." My voice trailed off as I looked around the room, that would be great for someone else. He sighed irritably.

"Lets go check out the kitchen." he suggested pulling my arm and dragging me down to the kitchen.

The kitchen looked like a kitchen from the 20s, or maybe even older. The smell of smoke and coal wafted up my nose making me cough and choke, by just smelling it.

"Its disgusting!" I thought to myself as I brushed the dust of the stove.

"Its very.. um.." I looked for the right word.

"Cool, ancient, yeah I agree." Dennis nodded.

"What year were the last people that lived here born in?" I asked dead seious but Dennis just laughed.

"Isn't this just your dream house?" he asked looking at him with his big brown chocolate eyes that weren't really that big or chocolatey for that matter.

"Well.." I started.

"I knew you would love it!" Dennis grinned.

"Isn't it too big?" I asked him.

"It can never be to big." he asked making a duh face.

"Rylee this is our dream house," he protested "I thought you loved these kind of houses anyway."

"I do." I started "I just don't ever want to live in one like ever- I think this more your dream than mine."

"Wow." Dennis muttered.

"Dennis I really love our apartment." I said thinking of our cost two bedroom apartment. He sighed.

"I thought you would get it Rylee, I really did." he sighed miserably as he grabbed my wrist and led me out of the house.

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First chapter done! ❤

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Edited: 2nd July, 2017. Cringed so hard while editing this. ʕ•ﻌ•ʔ