The CEO's Trio ~ Four

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Chapter 4| Meeting the CEO himself.

5 months later

"First we'll go get fish and chips, then we'll go and see the babies gender." I explained to Amber as we walked down the busy London street.

Anita had gone to work and normally Amber would just go home by herself but now that I was here I took here to school and back. The extra company was great, she was a very intelligent five year old.

"I want the baby to be a girl so I can dress her up." Amber told me as she grabbed my hand and we crossed the road together.

"I hope it's a girl too," I smiled, rubbing my baby bump."So she can wear really cute dresses and we can do up her hair. But really any gender is fine, so long as it's healthy."

I still haven't told Dennis about the baby, but I'm planning to send him pictures of my latest scan, hopefully he'll figure it out.

The baby wasn't doing its normal kicks and moving around in my stomach today. But I wasn't worried.

Well atleast I didn't think I was.

"How about there?" I suggested, pointing to a small fish and chips shop.

"Yeah!" Amber exclaimed eagerly, practically dragging me inside.

"Calm down, I'm pregnant remember." I laughed allowing her to continue leading the way.

That was now my excuse for getting out of everything.

"Sorry Lee, but I just love fish and chips." She apologised licking her lips.

We walked into the shop and Amber sat down as I ordered her food, I decided not to get anything since my belly was hurting, and I'm not too sure fish would make it better.

The music came to a sudden halt and voice were now heard.

"Mrs Olive Reynolds, has just died during childbirth, God bless her soul. Ambulances were seen rushing out of the Reynolds household, taking barely consuiss Olive to the hospital, where she delivered the baby, naturally and unexpectedly."

"Close sources to the Reynolds state, she passed a little while after holding her child for the first time. Supposedly she died of postpartum bleeding but was able to produce a three week premature baby, we are still unsure of the gender.

"Here you go." The man smiled at us handing us two boxes of fish and chips.

"Thank you!" We replied in unison as I handed Amber her box ot chips.

"Why do they put newspapers on it?" She pondered, taking a chip and stuffing it in her mouth.

"I'm not too sure." I replied, rubbing my belly.

"Do you want some?" Amber offered, holding up a chip.

"No thanks, I'm way too nevous to eat." I replied hastily, as I put the other box of fish and chips in my bag.

The smell of chips was making me feel queasy, I had to stop walking for a moment to take a deep breath and remind myself that everything was fine.

"Why?" Amber questioned, pressing on the stop button.

"Something doesn't feel right." I replied, not going into detail so I didn't scare Amber.

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Amber and I walked through the busy street, looking for the clinic while pushing past the hundreds of people that filled the small path.

My stomach cramps were getting 100x worse, and it was now a struggle to walk straight, or to even walk in general.

"Ow." I moaned, crying out in agony, the pain becoming to much to bear. My baby what was wrong with her?

"Are you alright?" Amber coming to a sudden halt and glancing around.

Then her mouth fell open as he stared at the ground beneath me.

"Lee-Lee you're bleeding blood!" she shrieked, pointing to the huge patch of blood beneath me, and the blood trail that I had left on the path.

Another cramp hit my like a lightning bolt and I fell to the ground, clutching my stomach.

"Are you alright?" a woman asked rushing over to me and crouching down.

"She's bleeding!" Amber cried, pointing to the blood.

A crowd of people were gathering around. Some were filming and some were taking out there phone's and taking pictures. Only a few were calling the ambulance.

I remeber Amber crying and that was it before I blacked out.

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I woke up in an all white room, the walls were white, the bed was white and even the bedsides tables were a sickening white.

"Anita!" Amber gasped, hovering over me. "Lee-Lee is awake. She is looking at me!" She yelled excitedly.

"Is the baby alright?" I asked my vision a little blurry, as I tried to sit up. Where's my baby? Is he born yet?

I was able to see that look on Anita's face, as she looked to the ground avoiding eye contact.

I sat up and looked at my stomach. It was flat, like there had never been a baby in the first place.

"No." I mumbled, shaking my head, "No, you're lying, aren't you?"

"It was a boy." Anita whispered, standing up while I still continued to shake my head.

"No." I yelled, a little louder tears streaming down my face. My baby wasn't dead. He couldn't be. She was pranking me!

Doctors must have heard the commotion, so they began rushing into the room.

I yelled out one more time, before the blackness consumed me. "Noo!!!!!"

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Can one truly get over the loss of their own child? No, I beginning to doubt it.

I was going to call him David, after the young bible character, who had fought off a giant then became king. Though he had made mistakes, he was still a great and talented king, nonetheless.

But my David, he didn't even get a chance at life. It was all my fault. Just a few more weeks, I had been putting find out his gender for weeks, only to find it out when he had died.

"Rylee?" Anita called, pushing the door open, I grabbed the blanket and tried to cover my face with it. "Rylee, get up! Your job interview is today and you're so going."

I felt her hover over my bed, and I held my breath opening she wouldn't realize that I was wide awake.

"If you don't wake up now, I'll use water to wake you up." She threathened, grabbing the duvet and pulling it off my body. "Ha! Nice try. You're going, now get dressed."

I rolled my eyes and sat up groggily, burying my feet in my fuzzy slippers.

"You so owe me." I grumbled, standing up and stretching, she had begged me to get a job and wouldn't stop until I'd agreed.

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I stood outside of the infamous Reynolds, with my hands clamped together. I was nervous. Really nervous.

This building was worth 6.5million pounds and I, was standing right outside of it, planning my speech.

Shall I flirt? Be direct?

There were people coming in with excited faces. Others coming out with tears streaming down their face. I hoped I'd be walking out with a smile on my face but at this point I doubted it.

I brushed out the pencil skirt that Anita had forced me to wear, and walked into the building.

"I'm never working for that heartless prick again! I told him that my mother died and he began to laugh!" A high pitched voice yelled, then a face came into view, a petite woman with long dark hair stormed out of a small room with a large muscular man behind her.

"Please Veronica, think about the poor baby, she'll be starving. She needs your milk." The man pleaded, grabbing onto her wrist, "I know Sebastians an asshole but he means well."

"No way, I can never forgive him. Good luck finding a wet nurse that deals with your BS." The high pitched voice screamed, storming out of the building, leaving everyone staring at the man who just rolled his eyes.

I quickly turned away, pretending that I hadn't been eavesdropping and began looking for the receptionist.

A large long table took up half the room, and on that table was filled with hard-working women and men.

I checked my chest and made sure I was not leaking. I don't know why it still happened, but I guess it has only been a couple of weeks since my David passed.

I walked inside and to the reception.

"Hey, I'm Rylee Jordan and I have an interview for a new designer." I explained, showing her my letter.

She smiled warmly at me and turned on the small screen that day directly under me, "Say Cheese!" She beamed and before I could even comprehend what was going on, a picture of me had been taking.

"Thank you!" I receptionist called, taking out the picture from the printer behind her and slipping it a ID card plastic pocket that I could wear around my neck. "Welcome to Reynolds, Miss Rylee Jordan."

On the card it had, 'Miss Rylee Jordan. Guest.'

"Thank you." I smiled turning on my heel and walking away to the lift. That's when I realized, I didn't have a clue where I was going. "Excuse me?" I called out to a tall and slim woman who was nervously holding a cup of coffee, "Do you know where the art department is?"

She glanced at my badge holder and nodded slowly, "Fourth floor." She informed me, before I thanked her and turned on my heel to leave, "Wait!" She called.

I turned back around, staring at the poor woman who was near tears, "Could you do me a big favour and give this Sebastian Reynolds on the Fifth floor? Yay thanks." She stuffed the coffee in my hands and ran off.

What the hell just happened?

I bought the coffee to my chest and began climbing up the steep stairs. Sebastian Reynolds? Surely he must be the owner, and there's no better way then getting on the good side of the CEO, than delivering a nice cup of--

My head hit something hard, and the coffee, slipped from my hands crashing into the hard object and spilling all over it.

I slowly looked up at the 'object' that I had crashed into, and swallowed the lump in my throat, gulping loudly.

I gasped, I didn't crash into a wall. I crashed into a human, a man. Not just any man.

I just spilled coffee over Sebastian Reynolds.

The Sebastian Reynolds.

"OH MY GOD!" I gasped, using both hands to cover my mouth, as the coffee began flooding the marble floor, "I am so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going and-."

"Do you know how much this fvcking cost?" He roared angrily, pointing to the suit he was wearing, clearly ignoring my apology.

"N-no, but I'm really sorry, I didn't do it on purpose." I stuttered, I could see why people left crying now. He was a monster.

"Is sorry going to pay for my new suit?!" He demanded, clenching his fists, "You tell me. Is it?"

"No, I know it's not but I'm so sorry, let me clean it up." I suggested, mumbling as I grabbed a wipe and began scrubbing at it, only making it worse.

"You've made it fvcking worse!" He roared, clearly getting irrated that I had just smudged it, making it worse. The coffee was still hot, it was clearly burning him, "You absolute idiot!"

"Sorry." I repeated, taking a step backwards, "I'm so very sorry."

"This cost twenty thousand pounds!" He yelled, taking a large step and closing up the space between us.

Twenty thousand pounds? On a suit?!

"And I expect you to pay me back every single penny!"

"Now that's a bit extreme sir. I don't have that type of money, but I'm very sorry about it though."

He opened his mouth to yell at me some more, but we were interrupted by a loud wail.

He groaned and opened his office door and walked to a little travel cot in the corner.

Perfect. I could sneak away. I moved one foot and-.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you." He muttered, hovering over the crying baby, "You wouldn't like the consequences."

"I wasn't doing anything." I replied quickly, putting my hands behind my back and standing very still, watching him as he just stared at the baby.

He glanced at the baby, before turning back to me, his eyes travelling to my chest.

Why was he staring at my boobs like that?

"Do you have HIV or AIDs?" He asked randomly.

"No...?" I replied awkwardly, as my answer came out more like a question.

"Then you feed her." He shrugged, his eyes not once leaving my chest, making me feel self conscious. I looked down to see what exactly he was staring at, and realized that I was leaking.. again.

"Don't you have like formula..?" I asked, using my arms to cover my breasts.

"She doesn't like it. It gives her rashes." He replied briefly, "My wet nurse just quit, I feel as though you'd be perfect for the job."

"As a wet nurse? No way, I'm supposed to be at an interview for a desinger." I explained, walking inside the office and glancing at the crying baby, her screams were just getting louder, "But I guess I could feed her just this once, only because of your suit."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He rolled his eyes.

"Hey baby." I cooed taking the baby, out of her cot, and holding her in my arms. I wouldn't say she was older than one or two weeks, "Aren't you just the cutest little thing?"

She instantly stopped crying as I began cuddling her, she closed her eyes and lay in my chest. She opened her wide blue eyes to stare at me, though I wasn't sure she could see me properly.

So I brought myself closer, kissing her nose.

Then the door opened and Mr Reynolds barged in, startling me. I didn't even know that he had left.

"Its not coming out." he stated, pointing to the large brown stain.

"Shut up! Get out! You want me to feed her don't you?" I grumbled, losing my patience with this man.

"You still owe me twenty thousand pounds." Then he walked away and slammed the door behind me, starting off the baby.

She began wailing softly, the noise reminding her of her hunger.

I had never fed a baby let alone breastfed one, but I mean it was worth a shot.

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"Can I come in?" He asked, opening the door before I had the chance to cover up. I quickly used my hands to cover my breast.

"Please wait until you get an answer, don't just barge in." I rolled my eyes and used the baby blanket to cover up.

"I have seen boobs before, trust me yours are nothing new." He commented, rolling his eyes and closing the door behind him, "Got her to sleep?"

"Yes. No thanks to you." I replied snarkly.

"You're good with her, well done." He complimented, "You're first stranger that has ever got her to go to sleep. She likes you."

I didn't say anything, just looked at the sleeping baby on my bare chest.

"You came her looking for a job didn't you?" He asked, lockingthe door before walking to his office chair and sitting down.

"Umm.. yes." I glanced nervously at the locked door, before checking my phone for the time, "I've already missed my interview, so it doesn't matter." I shrugged.

"I can give you a job!" He perked up, "It might not be what you're looking for but it'll suit you and it'll pay of your £20,000 dept to me."

"What is the job?" I asked him cautiously.

"My nanny." He replied shortly, I looked down at the sweet little baby that I was holding.

Getting to look after this little munchkin, doesn't seem that bad.

"I don't really have a choice, do I?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nope." He replied, popping the 'p', "So we can do this, the easier way or the hard way."

"Fine." I agreed, shaking his hand, "When do I start?"

"Tomorrow, bring all your stuff, because you're going to be there for a long time." He replied, standing up and outstrecting his hand.

"Wait, I have to move in with you?" I questioned.

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"Yeah." He replied shortly, taking the baby from my chest and holding her, not once looking at her, "You better go home and get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be a long day."

I nodded, quickly buttoning up my shirt and leaving his office.

Oh Lord, what have I gotten myself into?

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