The CEO's Trio ~ Five

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Kids at the top ⬆⬆⬆

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Chapter 5| New beginnings.

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"I'm gonna miss you." Amber mumled against my chest as she hugged me tightly.

"I'm gonna miss you too," I whispered picking her up and spinning her around,"I'm gonna miss you more than Anita, but shhhh, don't tell her."

She giggled sadly, "Do you have to go?" she asked pouting.

I nodded my head sadly, releasing her from my tight grasp.

I bet these kids will be nowhere near as good as Amber.

"Look sweetheart, can you hurry up?" the driver asked from the doorway, "Mr. Reynolds needs you back in twenty minutes."

"Coming!" I called picking up both my suitcases.

"Bye!" I yelled to Amber as I got in the car. Anita was at work so Amber had to walk to school by herself. Her school wasn't far, just down the path actually, but I still worried for her.

According to the driver, we were under a tight schedule, and no amount of arguing with him could get him to change his mind.

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I got out of the car the wind blowing in my face.

If I had long straight hair then it'd be like something from a movie, maybe Titanic or something.

I saw Mr. Reynolds standing at the entrance. He looked a lot more better looking that I remember.

He had shaved off the beard, and his hair looked a lot shorter, than I remember. His eyebrows had obviously been threaded but he still wore the same frown.

The pictures on Google had made him look more youthful.

And after reading for an hour about him on Wikipedia, and finding out literally everything about him, I kind of expected him to live in a mansion. Here just looked like an apartment block.

"We live in the penthouse at the top." He explained pointing to the top of the building.

"Oh.. ok." I replied awkardly.

He then outstretched his hand and I instantly assumed he wanted to shake my hand and introduce himself properly.

So I also stuck out my hand.

He grunted and rolled his eyes, "The documents." He snapped, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Oh!" I reached into my handbag, pulling out the pile of document's that he demanded I bring. I slapped them down into his hand, not bothering to straighten them out.

He made a face at my documents, as he scanned through them.

He looked like he was going to say something, but instead he just handed them to the lady next to him and left it at that.

The driver reached in the boot and brought out my suitcases and put them on the floor.

"Thanks," I muttered. I was about to pick up my bigger one the same time Mr. Reynolds did. Our hands touched for a second and he quickly pulled his hand away.

"Do you need help with that?" He questioned, not even making eye contact with me. His voice was distant and cold.

"Uh.. yes please." I answered, picking up the other one.

I was nervous, he was making me feel nervous.

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He grabbed the keys from his pocket and opened the door. A huge dog came and attacked him with kisses, making me step back.

A dog?!?!?! Oh God, I hate dogs.

"Down boy!" Mr. Reynolds instructed, patting the dogs bouncing head.

He turned to glance at me but I made sure I gave nothing away.

"Daddy!" I heard the voice of little children.

Little children?

No, I must be hearing things.

Two little girls ran straight into Mr. Reynolds arms, and he picked them both up, kissing both their foreheads.

Then he glanced at me, and I made sure to look extra surprised, showing him that I did not sign up for this.

There is a massive dog and two little kids in front of you, I thought I was only going to have to look after that cute little baby.

"Who is that lady?" The older girl whispered loudly in her dad's ear.

"This is Rylee Jordan, your new nanny." Mr. Reynolds introduced.

"We don't need a nanny." The older girl frowned.

My work here is done. Bye Felicia.

"Okay." he continued, pointing at his children, "That's Olivia and that's Oliver."

"Wait that's a boy?" I blurted out, looking at the little boy who was clutching onto Mr Reynolds leg

"Uh yes he just has long hair, and Olivia must've put a bow in his hair." Mr Reynolds replied, taking the bow out of his son's hair.

"Olive is asleep in the nursery, that's Winston." He pointed at the dog, "And Bear is the neighbour's cat but he lives with us now."

"I'll show you your room and around the house." He continued, leading me away.

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"Oliver is allergic to peaches, so don't bring any near him. His EpiPen is in that cupboard up there, just incase of an emergency." He explained, as we walked around the large kitchen together.

"That's where the animal food is, always close it, because Oliver loves pretending to be a dog." He continued, pointing to a closed cupboard, at the end, "Don't touch the formula up there, Olive can't drink it, and that's about it." I nodded slowly trying to take all this information in, "Olivia wakes up at around eight, and Oliver wakes up at six. Olive has developed a schedule where she wakes up around every three hours and demands food. They normally have breakfast at nine but Oliver has some fruit when he wakes up. Bathe them 3 times a week."

"Sometimes Carrie the cleaner will pop in and clean, but half the time you don't even realize she's there." He added, and the door flew open and Oliver waddled inside, sticking up his arms, asking to be picked up by his daddy.

"Dada. Oyie wan' cookie." He demanded, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"It's too early." Mr Reynolds replied, passing the toddler over to me, and brushing out his shirt, "I have work in half an hour."

I frowned, "Do you have to go already? I mean I could be a serial killer and you're leaving me with your kids."

"Well I trust that you're not, because a smart serial killer wouldn't say that." He answered, running a hand through his hair, "You'll be fine. You've got this."

Oliver and I exchanged glances and even the baby knew that I wasn't going to be fine.

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I finished off the small jam pieces of the jam sandwich that I had made for Oliver and brushed out the crumbs from my shirt.

"Mow?" Oliver asked, stretching out his hands. When he wasn't given an instant reply he began to wail, kicking his feet angrily.

"No, Oliver, there's no more." I replied sternly, handing him his bottle of water, in which he threw at me.

"No!" He yelled, kicking his feet and fighting his high chair.

"I don't know what you want!" I exclaimed, taking him out of the high chair and placing him on the floor.

"He wants to play ball. Carrie always let's us play football." Olivia explained, holding a football in her hand and bouncing it up and down.

"No, you can't play football inside, you could break something." I shook my head sternly, "Maybe we could watch some T.V."

"Boring." Olivia announced, "We want to play football!"

Oliver nodded in agreement, though he clearly didn't know what was going on.

He reached for the ball that Olivia was holding and snatched the ball before making a run for it.

Let me tell you something, this kid was a fast runner. He ran underneath the dining table and out through the door, climbing up on the couch and jumping to the love seat.

These things were all so dangerous, but had clearly been practiced before.

"Oliver to me!" Olivia yelled and Oliver held onto the ball, ignoring her instructions, making it easier to grab him.

"Nice try." I grimaced holding the squealing toddler who was trying to escape my right grasp.

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I spent the next few hours of my life chasing around the fastest toddler I'd ever encountered in my 23 years of life. He'd run extra fast when I was near him and stop when I was far away and wait for me. He made it seem as if we were playing a game.

Unlike Olivia who had managed to trip me up twice. She was truly terrible, she'd call me all sorts of names and threw my white shoes in dog poo.

I slumped on the couch, with Olive laying on my chest as we both Lightening McQueen speed around the race track.

"Nyooom." Oliver mimicked the sound of the car speeding.

I glanced outside and watched the sunset, I wonder what Amber was up to know. I'd call them tomorrow.

The sun's light was burning my skin, reminding me what a hot day it was, perfect for a nice walk that would tire the kids out.

I reached out for the remote and turned off the television, making both kids gasp in shock.

"No! Cars! On!" Oliver yelled, reaching out for the remote, trying to turn back on the T.V. to continue to movie.

"It's such a perfect day for a walk." I commented, pointing to the window and the beautiful view, "We could go to the park, and get some ice-cream, or maybe the playground and have some fun there."

"Car.." Oliver pouted, showing his obvious love for cars. I stood up, still holding onto Olive, and took Oliver's hand in mine, leading him to his bedroom.

I lay little Olive in his wooden crib, that he was growing out of and scooped Oliver up. He was a lot heavier than I expected him to be, or maybe it's because I am just small.

"What do you want to wear bub?" I asked him, opening up his drawers and admiring his endless designer clothes.

Oliver leaned down, tracing his fingers against the fabric of the shirts. He pulled out a tie and held it to his face.

"Dada." He mumbled, bringing the tie to his lips and placing it in his mouth. I gently pulled it out and put him back on the floor, letting him run around his cars themed room.

I pulled out a pair of black cargo shorts and a plain white t-shirt, a new diaper and a pair of all white superstars.

Incase anything happened to that outfit, I brought out another diaper, a pair of navy joggers and an all black shirt.

Safety first.

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After packing milk, that I had pumped out, a few diapers, wipes and disposal bags were compulsory, you never knew when you were going to need them, but you always needed them, Oliver and Olive's extra clothes, Olive's extra extra clothes, three pacifiers, two for Olive one for Oliver, sunscreens since that sun was still out, toys, a nursing cover incase Olive refused the bottle, sippy cups for Oliver, two water bottles, a blanket incase Olive got cold and some snacks for Olivia and Oliver. I was suprised that all of that was able to fit into that bag but we were ready to go.

After judging all three of the buggys that Mr Reynolds owned, I decided on a small pram, since the travel system was too heavy and the twin buggy was too big.

I grabbed the leash and attached it to Winstons collar, so that he wasn't left him alone.

It took a while to get out of the house, with three kids and a dog I'm beginning to doubt it would ever be easy but we were able to do it under 15 minutes.

An hour into our walk we were actually beginning to slightly enjoy it, watching the wonderful trees whizz past you as we ran down the hill that led us to the park. It was honestly one of the most beautiful sights that I have ever seen.

We soon found a spot to sit underneath a tall sycamore tree, in the middle of the field, near the small pond.

Oliver and Olivia were playing football with two other boys, while I was burbing Olive.

My phone rang from the empty spot next to me, shocking the burb out of Olive, and I reached over to grab it, gently rocking Olive at the same time.

Mr Reynolds😾

"Hel-." I greeted, placing the phone my shoulder and using my ear to keep it in place.

"Miss Jordan, I've arrived home and no one is here." He interrupted, "Where are you?"

"We're at the park, not far from home. Sorry, I'm not sure what it's called." I apologised, unbuttoming Olive's onesie. First diaper, gone.

"Stay there. I'll be right over." He instructed, hanging up the phone before I had a chance to protest.

I threw my phone in my handbag and continued changing Olive from her dirty clothes and dirty diaper.

Soon afterwards, not even ten minutes later I felt a shadow hover over me, blocking out the sunlight.

I raised my head, to look at my new source at shade. Mr Reynolds.

His hair was touseled, and his lips were in a tight frown, making me wonder if he ever smiled.

"Come on." I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn't dreaming, and nodded clearing up the things. He took the baby bag and helped me to my feet.

I put Olive in the pram and began following him. He was holding Oliver and Olivia was strolling next to him. They were talking about their day, they looked so calm and peaceful.

I began quickening my pace, trying to keep up with his long strides. He was holding the full to the brim baby bag and a baby, how much muscle did he have?

He must have noticed me falling behind and slowed down, so that I could catch up with him.

"I'm assuming your first day at work went pretty well?" He glanced at me as we climbed up the hill.

"It was.. okay, I mean considering the fact that I've never done this before." I shrugged, awkwardly scratching my elbow, as I glanced up at him.

He raises an eyebrow, looking down at me, "That's good, isn't it?" He asked, putting Olivia on the ground, so that she could run ahead. But I could feel his eyes on me, burning holes through my body.

"I suppose so." I mumbled hugging myself, when did it become so cold. Goosebumps filled my bare arms as I shivered lightly.

Mr Reynolds stopped completely, my heart race quickened, as he looked me up and down, "Are you cold?" He asked.

"Erm... well, i-it is quite chilly." I stuttered, taking a step backwards, moving further away from him.

Before I could even comohrehend what was going on, he had taken off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders.

His jacket smelled like him. He had this spicy and sweet smell, that could make me inhale his intoxicating scent all day.

"Next time bring a jacket." He scolded, walking away, faster than before this time.

I took one last whiff as his heavenly smelling jacket, before running after him.

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