Naughty Ceo’s Secret
Chapter 105

It's been a couple of days since the night of our engagement party. I'm officially moved in with Kenzo now.

Over Sunday, Kenzo had all of my things brought to his apartment. All of my furniture, kitchen things, towels, all the stuff that Kenzo has at his place, was all put in storage. Kenzo said that I can figure out what to do with it in my own time. Even if I want to bring it to 'our' apartment.

Honestly, I'd like to just get rid of it all at this point. It was all junk compared to what Kenzo has anyway. I really just want to go through my clothes to pick out what I want to keep. There are a few other things I want too, but... I don't even know when to do it. I'm still reeling about everything over the weekend. I was forced to tell Jed everything, whether I was ready or not.

Jed deserved to know about me being adopted. And he needed to know why my rich fiance bought him an apartment. Kenzo even paid three years upfront.

Jed reacted the way that Kenzo told me he would. He was upset, but not because I'm not his sister, but because his parents kept this from me our whole lives. Not only that, but the way that they told me too. Jed agreed that it really made how Jane and James treated me make sense. Jezz was old enough to remember me being adopted, and she must have been jealous. That's why she treated me the way she did.

In the end, Jed and I cried together as we promised to always stay brother and sister. Which meant that Jed didn't agree with me staying with Kenzo. Even if it was for my own protection. I told him he didn't have a choice, which brought up him saying that my engagement to Kenzo was fake anyway, so there was no reason for us to live together.

Which led me to blurt out that it was real.

Ever since that moment, there is yet another thing weighing heavy on my mind. The ring. I've been keeping it on me, and staring at it every chance I get. I want to put it on, to jump head first like our friends keep telling me to. I don't know why I can't. I just.. feel like this isn't the time. Maybe when my emotions calm down some.

Even if I don't put the ring on, that hasn't been stopping me from feeling like this is real. I don't think I need to put the ring on to make this engagement real. So why can't I do it then?

A hand fell on my shoulder, making me jump a foot in the air.

"Whoa, sorry about that Op."

I looked up to see Eric standing next to me. I blew out the breath I was holding, and sucked in more air. I've been way too spacey lately.

"You've been so jumpy lately, are you okay?" He asked. "Is this because of last weekend? I told you I was sorry already. I apologize to you and the big boss. You said you forgave me." He whined

"I know." I said, shaking my head. "I've just had a rough couple of days, that's all," I said.

"Well, how about some lunch? We haven't eaten together all week," he said

It's only Wednesday.

"I'm having lunch with Kenzo today," I said.

"I thought you were going to make time for me," Eric said, pouting.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"That was before you disrespected my relationship," I said.

"Again, I thought we were over this." He said.

I shook my head as I stood up. And then fell right back on my a.ss. Ugh, I've been so dizzy today.

"Whoa, are you okay Opal?" Eric asked.

Eric tried to grab my arm, but before he could, Kenzo was at my side.

"She's fine, thank you Eric." Kenzo said.

Just then, the person that works downstairs came in carrying a bag of take out. He handed it off to Kenzo, and then left. Kenzo gave Eric a pointed look, waiting for him to leave as well.

With a reluctant sigh, Eric gave up and left. Kenzo grabbed my hand, and pulled me to my feet slowly. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his office. Kenzo locked the door behind us, and walked me to the couch. I plopped down and rested my head back.

"Baby, you need to eat." Kenzo ordered.

"I'm not hungry," I replied.

"I wasn't asking Opal," Kenzo stated.

I pouted at him, making him sigh.

"Kitten, you haven't been eating much since Saturday.

You're getting dizzy. I'm worried. You need to eat." He said softly.

"But I'm not hungry." I complained.

It's true. Just the thought of food makes me feel sick to my stomach. Probably due to all the stress. I just can't force it down.

"I got sushi." Kenzo said. "From that place I told you about."

I crossed my arms, but refused to meet his eye. Honestly, sushi sounds really good. Like stupid good. My mouth is already watering. How does that even make sense?

Everything else always sounds gross to me.

"You can either have a nice lunch with me, or I can force you to eat his kitten. The choice is yours." Kenzo said

I uncrossed my arms, and whined dramatically. Kenzo brought a piece of sushi to my mouth with a set of chopsticks. I pouted before opening my mouth.

The moment the food hit my tongue I moaned.

"So good." I said with my mouthful.

"Eat more then." Kenzo ordered.

I sat up, and shoved another bite into my mouth. I chewed and swallowed, before shoving another piece in. This is ridiculously good.

"Opal slow down. You're going to choke, or make yourself sick." Kenzo ordered.

I paused at his words. A wave of nausea hit me. Oh no...

Kenzo was right.

I rushed over to the trash can in his office, and threw up everything I had just eaten. Kenzo was quick to come up behind me. He grabbed my hair, and pulled it out of the way. When I was finally done, Kenzo scooped me up and put me back on the sofa.

"I told you to slow down. You haven't been eating enough lately, you can't just start shoveling food in your mouth." He scolded me.

"It was really yummy," I said.

Kenzo sighed.

"Do you think you can still eat? Slowly this time?" Kenzo asked

I nodded.

"Honestly, it still sounds really good," I admitted

Kenzo smiled at me.

"Eat." He said, and then pressed a kiss on my forehead. "I'm going to go replace you a toothbrush, and some medicine to help your stomach. I'll be right back. Do not leave this room, or let anyone in. Do you understand?" He asked sternly. I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Master Kenzo," I said sarcastically.

"I'll let that bratty attitude slide since you aren't feeling well, but watch yourself kitten." He teased.

Kenzo kissed my head again before walking to his office door. He put his hand on the knob, and opened the door.

Just before he walked out, I had this overwhelming feeling to just...

"I love you." I called out.

Kenzo smiled at me.

"I love you too, kitten."

Wit hthat he left. I blew out a breath before taking another bite of my food. This sushi is amazing. Kenzo and I should go there more often.

Just when I was starting to feel a bit happier, my cell phone rang. I pulled it from my pants pocket to see one of the last people I was expecting to call me.

The caller ID reads: Mom.

Mom. What a damn joke. Why is she even calling me?

Maybe I shouldn't answer.

Unfortunately, curiosity got the better of me.

"What?" I answered.

"Is that any way to talk to your mother?" She asked.

I scoffed.

"I wouldn't know. According to you, mine died a long time ago," I said.

"You still aren't over that? Come on Opal. You need to learn to let things go." Jane said.

My jaw dropped.

"Over it? Let things go?" I asked incredulously. "You dropped a huge bomb on me, at my engagement party, and I'm supposed to what? Act like nothing ever happened? Act like you all haven't treated me like an outsider my whole life, just to replace out that I am one? I'm not supposed to be bothered at all that you lied to me my entire life, that I had another mother, that I have a father out there somewhere?

You said I need to learn to let things go, but maybe you need to learn how to be more compassionate. You might not be my mother, but you are a mother. How can you act so cold and dismissive over this?" I ranted.

"Opal, your mother is dead. You've only ever known us. I didn't think it would matter this much to you. It's not like you can do anything about it," Jane said.

Tears filled my eyes. She's right. There is nothing I can do now. My real mom is dead. I'll never know her. I'll probably never know anything about her.

A sob tore from my chest. I slapped a hand over my mouth to try to stifle any more noise. This is so messed up. I cant believe that Jane doesn't care in the slightest.

"She was your sister. How can you not care at all?" I asked in a whisper.

I'm surprised my voice didn't crack.

"Jeez Opal, don't you think you're being a bit dramatic?"

Jane asked.

I scoffed softly.

"Is this all you called for? I'd like to go if so," I said.

Jane sighed.

"Look, Opal, I know that I don't.. portray my feelings in the best of ways." She said gently.

What an understatement

"I did love my sister. She was always the light in the dark, and the life of the party. I was very jealous of her growing up. I was very sad when she died." Jane told me.

I sniffled.

I have a hard time believing that Jane was sad. As shitty as that sounds. I mean, this is her sister we are talking about. Still, Jane has always been cold hearted towards me, so what can she expect? "You look like her. A spitting image." Jane said softly.

"I do?" I squeaked out.

"Yes. That might be why.. I had a hard time raising you. The older you got, the more you looked like her. It was.. hard at times," she said.

I'm going to ignore the fact that she isn't actually apologizing for my own sake.

"Wh-what was her name?" I asked.

Jane sighed.

"Charolette. Her name was Charolette Eva Rosenburg." She told me.

A small smile fell on my lips as more tears poured out of me.

"Charolette," I repeated.

"We called her Char. She was two years younger than me," Jane said.

"Wh-what was she like?" I rushed out.

Jane signed again.

"Tell you what, why don't you and your fiance come spend the weekend here? I can tell you all about her, and show you pictures. Ya know, make up for how things are right now?" She suggested. "I don't know about that..

'I said.'

"Why not? Don't you want to know?" She asked.

"Kenzo isn't going to be nice to any of you," I stated.

"Yes well, I'm sure things will be fine," Jane said.

I chewed on my bottom lip.

"Alright fine." I said.

"Great! See you Friday!" Jane said, and hung up before I could respond.

I dropped my phone on the table just as Kenzo came back.

Once he looked at me, he came rushing to my side. Kenzo dropped everything in his hands, and grabbed my face. He stared at me worried as he wiped my tears away.

"Baby what happened?" He asked.

I smiled up at him as I gripped onto his shirt.

"I found out her name. I know her name." I blubbered.

"Whos baby?" Kenzo asked.

"My mom. Her name was Charolette," I said.

Kenzo gave me a small smile before pulling me into his arms. I clung onto him as I tried to stop crying. I just can't help myself.

"We have to go to my parents' house this weekend by the way."