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The CEO's Trio ~ Seven

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Chapter 7| Jacob Reynolds.

Oliver loved his new cars, but I'm beginning to think he loves them a little too much. He doesn't sleep unless they're lined up by his bed so that they're the first thing he sees when he wakes up, and the sound he makes when he playing with them was so exasperating, that some times, I just wanted to pick up the cars and fling them out the window.

Having to hear "Nyoom." Or "Vroom." Every 5 minutes really does something to you.

I sat on the couch, watching him play as I finished feeding Olive. We were getting better at it, it didn't take as long and it didn't hurt as much.

Olivia was at dance, I could tell she loved it very much. She was always practicing some sort of dance move and when he caught me watching she'd always stop and glare.

She didn't bother to hide her hatred for me, and I can't seem to think what I've done to offend her.

Olive's head, began to slide of my chest, so I picked her up and lay her in the baby swing, pressing the button and letting her automatically swing. This is why I loved this so much.

"Come on, Oliver." I called, gesturing for him to come, "Let's get you a snack." He bent down and picked up his cars before rushing over to me.

I scooped him up and placed him in his high chair, he began playing with his cars while I looked for something for him to eat.

My phone rang while I was searching for food for Oliver.

Mr Reynolds😾

I couldn't help but wonder why he was calling. Did he do that to all his workers? Or only me?

"I hope you're calling to apologise for leaving me with Mr-Vroom-and-Nyoom." I jokes lightly and I heard him laugh. For real this time.

"I was actually calling to check if you're still alive." His sounded dead serious but I couldn't help but giggle.

"And about the car, Miss Jordan , I payed for it yes, but the rest is completely on you Miss Jordan." I rolled my eyes, "Maybe you should sit on these ones too." He teased and I laughed.

"Atleast I'm not falling over them, Mr Reynolds, if I remember correctly you almost tripped over his cars three times yesterday." I laughed, I heard him chuckle as I continued searching the fridge for some fruit for Oliver to eat. "3 hours, non stop. I've never seen him so excited."

He laughed. Then another voice came in and I heard him sigh. There was some inaudible murmuring before I heard him sigh again.

"What are you up to now?" He wanted to know.

"Just looking for a snack for Oliver, preferably fruit but there's hardly any. I might just go out and buy some." I replied honestly.

"No peaches." He reminded, and I nodded.

"No peaches." I repeated, the doorbell rang interrupting our friendly moment. "Mr Reynolds, I've got to go, there's someone at the door."

"Are you expecting somebody?" He questioned, as the doorbell rang again.

"No, but I've got to atleast go and check. It could be Carrie."

"I'll see you later, Miss Jordan. Stay safe." And with that, he hung up the phone.

I put down my phone, and walked to the door, checking through the peephole to see who it was. I finally opened the door to a man who looked almost exactly like Mr Reynolds.