Taming Mr. CEO

Logan’s Point of View

“You’ve been my secretary first yet I did not get any clue about you and my son. Seems like Cupid used me to fulfill his duty, huh?” My dad stated, looking at Alice with a smile in his eyes.

Alice on the other hand just lifted her eyes and simply answered Dad with a smile. “Actually, Sir… Uhm… I don’t have any idea about him being your child as well. I just get surprised when I saw him with you that day you introduced him to me.”

“But in all in fairness with you, my dear, I didn’t even spot any strange emotion in you that day. Now, I know why I made Logan agree to my proposal.” He turned his eyes on me before sipping on his wine. “As far as I remember, you didn’t want to take my position, right? You even convinced your brother so he will be the one who will gonna replace me. If I know that it would be only Alice, huh.” He laughed before turning to Aisle who is currently feeding by Mom with our dessert.

I once glance at Alice beside me and found out that she is locking her eyes on Aisle as well while playing with her fingernails under the table. Thinking that she was still nervous, I get her hand and caged it into mine. But instead of her-feeling the comfort- I was the one who suddenly felt one. I’ve been noticing this feeling this past few weeks. The feeling that every time I will hold her hand, I felt the undeniable comfort and joy. And it felts like I badly wanted to always hold her on this way.

When the dinner ended, we headed to the living room perhaps for another session of discussion. And guess what, I am right. Right after we sat down, Mom and Dad’s interrogation just doubled until Aisle fell asleep on my arm.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“My son is very lucky to have you and Aisle on his life, Aisle. You don’t know how much I am happy as his mother knowing that he is in good and loving arms of yours.” Mom cages Alice’s hands in hers. “Thank you, sweetheart,” she added.

“You don’t have to thank me, Ma’am–”

“It should be Mom, not Ma’am.” Then she giggled.

Alice tilted her head on me before slipping a smile as she turned to Mom again. “Mom…” she trailed.

Nine in the evening when I decided to spend a night at my parents’ house. Also, it was Dad and Mom’s request so Alice agree as well with no protest. But when we reach our room, that’s when she boomed in protest.

With a knotted and unpleasant expression written on her face, she complained, “You should have asked for a separate room, Logan.”

I scratch my brow. “How can I do that when they think that we are okay? If I did ask for a separate room, do you think what will they think?” I covered Aisle with a mattress gently then looked upon Alice who was walking back and forth. “Come on, this is just for one night. Don’t act like this is new to us, we both slept–”

“Shut your dirty thoughts away, Logan… for once.” She gritted her teeth while I is surpassing my laugh.

“I am not thinking of dirty things, woman. I suppose to tell you that we both slept in the same bed with Aisle between us. You were the one who’s thinking the other way.” I cackled, living her, and walked over to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I got back, I saw her already lying next to Aisle. Sleeping peacefully while hugging our child.

Out of nowhere, I just grabbed my phone on the bedside table and then opened the camera. “So adorable,” I commented while my eyes are focused on their image flashing through my screen. After that, I also laid myself on the bed-hugging them both with my arms.

The next morning, I woke up alone in bed so I hurriedly jumped off and went outside. The first one I saw is Aisle with Mom in the living room. Aisle was busy telling something to my Mom while my Mom on the other hand was just listening to her while smiling widely. Delight is visible in her eyes and it’s been some time since I saw her wearing that smile. When they noticed my presence, Aisle hurriedly run towards me and jumped to me. To catch her, I level om her and opened my arms wider.

“Good morning, Daddy,” she greets before giving me a peck of a kiss.

“Good morning too, my baby. Where is your Mom?” I asked, roaming my eyes but I didn’t see who I am looking for.

“She’s in the kitchen, Daddy. They were eating breakfast,” Aisle answered making me frown in confusion.

“Eating with whom?” I asked.

“With Dada Lyndon, Daddy.” She pulled out from my arms and then run back to my Mom who is waiting for him. She greeted me as well before I walked over to the kitchen and found out Aisle wasn’t lying. Of course, she would not.

My mood was instantly ruined upon seeing Alice and Lyndon-eating their breakfast together and were talking cheerfully like they were sort of couples on a date. Lyndon even tell his corny jokes which made Alice laugh like there was no tomorrow. Damn her! How can she laugh in that way with another man’s joke while she can’t even show that side of her when I am with her?!

“Dude!” Lyndon called as he accidentally landed his eyes in my direction. Alice as well looked at me and what happened next annoyed me even more. Her smile faded as soon as she met my eyes, how unfair? “Come on, join us on our breakfast!” Lyndon added but instead of taking his offer, I walked over to the coffee maker and made one for myself. She should be the one preparing my coffee because she must serve her husband.

When I was about to go outside the dining, Lyndon called me again. I twirled around, giving them each glance before my eyes settled on Alice. “I don’t want to disturb you, guys,” I said and then walked away.

Darn it! How dare her?! How dare she flirt with my brother behind my back?! And for goddamn sake, she’s in my parent’s house! If she can’t show any respect for me, at least show respect for my parents.

***

Alice and I both decided not to go on our work after we reached home from my parents’ house. At the car, I didn’t even bother to talk to her nor glance at her from time to time. While on the house, we just eat our lunch cooked by the housemaids and then busy me in my office. Trying so hard not to with Alice.

I am still pissed to the point that even I was trying so hard to give all my attention to my paperwork, still, I couldn’t move on from what I saw since my day started. Those smiles that almost tore her lips, those laughs that she genuinely let out when she was with my brother. How can she do those shit?!

I clenched my fist into tight balls followed by crumpling some papers in front of me and then throwing them forcefully to nowhere. In the middle of my resentment, the door opened giving me the woman who makes me insane. I throw her daggers which made her gulp as she bit the bottom of her lips.

“What?” I coldly asked, drawing away my eyes from her.

“Uhm… I baked cupcakes… I just want to ask if you want so I’ll bring you–”

“No need,” I cut off. “I’m not in the mood to eat sweets,” I added. I looked her up again and saw an expression with a hint of sadness on it. “Leave, don’t disturb me just like what I did when you were busy flirting with my brother.”

“Flirting?!” she raised a voice, brows twisted together while her hand is gripping tight on the doorknob. “And where did you get that accusation?”

“Oh, didn’t I see you?” I smirked. “Instead of preparing your husband’s breakfast, you rather flirt with Lyndon. What a good wife,” I said with a bit of mockery creeping into my voice.

Alice didn’t answer instead, she slammed the door and drastically march away without even trying to explain her side. Huh, as if there were still an explanation for what I saw? It was clear… her agenda was clear. She’s doing it because she wanted Lyndon. She even informed Lyndon first about my child rather than me. I am Aisle’s father yet my brother knew it first.

When dinner comes, nothing changes. I still show my rude attitude to Alice and just faking everything is okay when Aisle is asking if I and her Mommy fight. The night, before I go my room, I decided to visit Aisle first in her room but got stopped from opening the door when I heard sniffs coming inside. I thought it was Aisle so I hastily open the door but went stiffened on my place when I found out that it was Alice who was silently crying while caressing our child’s hair. When she saw me, she immediately wiped out her tears and jumped off the bed then walked over to me. Just when she was about to pass me, I grabbed her elbow-stopping her which I eventually did.

Scanning her face, I asked, “Why are you crying?”

“Why do you care?” she asked back silently but the tinged of sarcasm in her voice are enough for me to hear. “Hands off, Logan.” I gritted my teeth when she forcefully pulled her elbow and then march away.

I intend to follow her but when I heard Aisle calling me, I turned my eyes on her. “Daddy, why Mommy is crying?” Damn, I thought she is sleeping?

I joined her on the bed and then placed her on my lap. “Mommy isn’t crying, baby. She only got dirt on her eyes that is why,” I lied but when her face contorted, I know she didn’t take my excuse.

“You’re lying, Daddy. She wasn’t crying because of dirt, she is crying because of you. I heard her cursing you while I am faking my sleep. You’re bad, Daddy! You made my Mommy cry!” Aisle cried before turning her back on me and covering herself with the mattress.

Shocked by what I have found out and how my daughter suddenly acted, I chose to leave her alone. On my way back to my room, I purposely stopped at Alice’s room and then knocked on the door. However, after how many knocks, Alice didn’t open the door until I gave up knocking. The next morning, I was left alone in the house with the maids telling me that Aisle and Alice had already left for work and school. Cursing myself to hell, I drive frustratedly to the company. As soon as I reached the office, I saw Alice already working her ass off-facing the monitor and didn’t even throw a glance on my way.

“Get inside,” I ordered, getting her attention but I failed. “Alice, I said get inside,” I repeated, almost losing my patience.

She lifted her gaze on me with a blank emotion written on it. “I still have works to do, Sir. Excuse me,” she dropped before leaving her seat and leaving me alone in the office.

“F*ck!” I cursed, gritting my teeth as I seat on my chair.

What’s with the sudden treatment? She was the one where I caught flirting with my brother yet she still has the guts to be mad at me?