The CEO's Trio ~ Two

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Chapter 2| The Proposal.

"Rylee Jordan, will you make yourself the happiest woman and become my wife?"

I glanced around the crowded restaurant, all eyes were on me, watching my every move, waiting in anticipation for my answer.

I was supposed to be happy, my boyfriend of five years was finally getting down on one knee and asking me to become his wife.

This would be any girls dream, but sadly it wasn't mine. Deep down, I didn't want to marry Dennis, I was beginning to doubt I ever loved him.

Yes, he was extremely good-looking and rich.

But he was aslo self-centered, degrading, arrogant, selfish and controlling and I had been planning on breaking up with him today.

But I knew I couldn't do it. All 150 of our 'friends' and family were standing there waiting for me to say yes.

I could feel Dennis eyes, like lasers, burning holes through my skin as he waited for me to answer.

I hesitated, "Dennis, truly, I'm flattered but.. um." I began scratching the back of my neck nervously, hopefully he could take the hint.

Was my hesistation enough for him to realise that I didn't want this as much as he did?

Dennis wanted a trophy wife, a baby making machiene, just like his mother had been to his father before she died giving birth to her eleventh son. They had both died actually.

The crowd began murmuring amongst themselves, I still hadn't said yes but I also haven't said no.

"Rylee?" He repeated sternly, "Will you marry me?"

Even though all 150 eyes were on me, I was still able to sense my mother's stern gaze.

She wanted me to marry Dennis, she'd been nagging me about it for years. She didn't want me to end up like her, I didn't want to end up like her.

Had it been a minute? Or had it been five? I still hadn't said the word.

Did Dennis love me? Or did he love my dad's funding for his estate agency? Did I love Dennis? Or did I love my job?

"Um... yes. Yes I will." I blurted out, and he almost instantly slipped the ring on my finger and crashed his lips on mine.

He tasted like cherry carmex, his lips were smooth against mine but there was no spark. I gently pushed him away, making him frown and I turned in the direction that my mother was standing in. She was grinning now, glad that I was getting married to someone that could provide money.

She just didn't get it, I also earned money, not as much as Dennis but still enough to provide for myself.

"I'm going to go and talk to the guests." I announced, walking away from Dennis and his friends from work.

I smiled, nodded and thanked every one who congratulated me, even though I just wanted them to stop. I wasn't a happy bride-to-be. Was it too late to take back my words and say no?

"What was that about?" Diamond demanded as I grabbed a wine from the platter of the waiter serving food.

Diamond and I have been best friends since we were three, we used to be like two peas in a pod we were so close, up until three years ago. Then she started to become frosty and very passive agressive.

"I don't know what you mean." I replied, raising the glass of pinot noir to my lips.

"It took you like forever to say yes. What was that about?" She asked, snatching the wine from my hands, "That's all everyone was talking about, you totally embarrassed Dennis."

"Why do you care so much?" I questioned, looking up at her since she was towering over me at 5'11, in heels, "I said yes, didn't I?"

"Oh, Rylee. Stop being so sensitive, it was just a question." Diamond rolled her eyes.

I furrowed my eyebrows at her, "I wasn't.. you're just.." I sighed and shook my head, deciding to change the subject, "How do you like my dress?"

She looked me up and down and made a face, "It's okay, I guess. I mean it's not as good as mine but it's ight."

"Oh." Was my only reply.

"I'm actually suprised it fit you." She laughed, as I hugged myself uncomfortably, "I'm not calling you fat or anything, but a diet won't hurt Ry-Ry."

"I just finished my diet." I grumbled, glancing at her long skinny legs.

"It won't hurt to go on another one, I mean you are a bit on the pudgy side, your cheeks look inflated." She laughed, "Do you think I could borrow that dress? I mean, I'm skinnier than you so it'll definitely fit." She smiled widly. I hated it when she brought up my weight, she could go on about it for hours.

Saying how I must look nice for Dennis at all times. She even gave me advice on what he likes and doesn't like. Which is strange because Diamond hates Dennis.

"Can we please stop talking about my weight?" I quietly pleaded, making her roll her eyes.

"No need to be so sensitive." She grumbled and stalked off holding my glass of wine. Her loud heels clicking against the marble floor as she went to go chat with Dennis.

I adjusted my floral sheath dress and strolled over to where my dad and Precious, his wife were standing.

"Congratulates, love. You're going to be a beautiful bride." Precious gushed, smiling widely at me, "And you and Dennis will make absolutely beautiful babies." She detatched herself from my father so that we could speak in private.

"Hello Faith." He greeted still not looking up from his phone.

"It's Rylee, your biological daughter." I reminded him, rolling my eyes. It wasn't the first time he had completely forgotten my name and called me my step sisters name.

"Oh yes, of course. You and Faith just look so alike." He laughed awkwardly still not looking up at him, "You are sisters after all."

"Step-sisters, dad, and we look nothin alike." I glanced at him as he awkwardly scatched the back of his neck and coughed.

"Everyone makes mistakes Rylee." And I'm one of them, "Your engagement was similar to Faiths, don't you remember?"

"No, I wasn't invited." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, I'm sure your invite just got lost in the mail." He reassured me, awkwardly scratching his bald head, I rolled my eyes. We both knew Faith didn't invite me on purpose, we despised each other.

"Anyway, you seemed hesitant when replying to Dennis' proposal, are you sure you want to do this? I could always withdraw my funding."

"What has your funding for to do with my engagement?" I questioned and he sighed irritably, like I was some sort of pesky fly who won't leave him alone.

"Well if you're not going to marry the guy, then why should I have to pay for his business." He exclaimed, then his phone rang, "Kylee I've got to take this. We'll talk later."

Did he just call me... Kylee?

I threw my hands up in the air in frustration, this has got to be the worst day of my life.

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Dennis and I relationship hadn't always been rocky. There was once a time in our lives where we both so happy and in love that we were inseparable.

I couldn't imagine my life without Dennis, we'd been together since I was 17.

But I guess I was just going to have to start imagining it, because deep down I knew I couldn't stay with Dennis. The thought of that made me feel sick to my stomach.

Maybe we'd moved too quickly, maybe we'd grown up, maybe I didn't know him that way I thought I did, still to this day I don't know what had caused me to just stop loving him the way I used to. But one thing that I knew for sure, was that he had changed. He was a monster in Armani now.

I glanced at Dennis, who was driving our Mercedes to the hotel where we'd be staying for the night.

"I was thinking a few weeks, until the big day." He suggested, stopping at a red light.

"I was thinking a year, atleast." I shrugged, turning away, enough time for me to gather enough money and get a new job.

"If I wanted to get married in a year, I wouldn't have proposed now. Common sense, babe."

"It is common sense to wait, we could be making the biggest mistakes of our lives." I explained, furrowing my eyebrows as he rolled his eyes.

"Oh yeah that reminds me, Rylee." Dennis called, and I turned to face him. He only called me Rylee when things were serious,"Well... why did it take you so long to say yes?"

I shrugged, not wanting to talk to him about this. I knew he would bring it up, I just hoped that he didn't.

"Answer me." He ordered and I glared at him. This was what he was like when nobody was around. "Would you believe it? I went all the way out and bought you a two thousand pounds engagement ring and you want to give me attitude."

I slid the ring of my finger and threw it at him, "There you go. Keep your ring." I turned around to watch all the cars and trees whizz past as I ignored Dennis' comments on how childish I was being the whole ride to the hotel.

It was weird to think that at some point we had just been a happy normal couple, who never went to sleep until all arguments were resolved and now when arguing, we can go weeks without even uttering a word to each other.

Dennis got out of the car, slamming the door loudly behind him. I grabbed my handbag and closed the door, rushing after him. He was so extra.

"Why do you have to act like that?" I grumbled, pushing open the door to Rest'in Reynolds, probably the most expensive hotel around here.

He ignored me and walked to the front desk. While he spoke to them, I began looking around the hotel, it was incredible.

"Come on, Rylee." Dennis called, as I trailed my fingers down the couch.

I began following him, not focusing on where I was going.

That's when I saw him, he wasn't alone. Infact, he was in the middle of five other men, wearing similar outfits to him.

Next to him was a petite blonde woman, his arms were around her waist as he led her out of the building.

And then he stopped.

Through his black sunglasses, I could tell he was staring at me, maybe it was because I was staring at him.

I wasn't one to back down on a stare off.

He pushed down his sunglasses, and looked me up and down. I, then realized that I was standing in their way.

"Move." He demanded, his eyes not leaving me once. He was scanning me like a book, looking at every inch of my body.

"Rylee. Come on, hurry up." Dennis called, and I began siddling in his direction, still staring at the men, and all of them were staring at me.

The blonde petite turned around to smile at me. It was a pitiful smile.

That was absolutely mortifying. Why couldn't I just stop staring and get out of the way.

But there was something so dark and mysterious about him. I zipped up my coat and ran after Dennis.

It was probably the last time I'd ever see him, why was I so concerned.

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🔹Who was the mystery man?

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