Naughty Ceo’s Secret
Chapter 75

"Baby,

wake up."

No, I'm too sleepy.

"Opal, you have to get up."

Why? It's so warm here.

"Kitten, if you don't get up right now I'm going to punish you."

Jokes on him, I like his punishments.

"How does not cu.mming for two straight weeks sound?"

My eyes popped open at that. No way would I survive two full weeks. I could barely survive one full night.

It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the light. Kenzo is sitting on the edge of the bed staring at me with a smile across his handsome face. I smiled back as I sat up. "What time is it?" I asked as I stretched my arms above my head.

"Almost check out time." He told me.

I frowned.

"I thought we could stay as long as we wanted today." I said.

Kenzo nodded.

"Yes, but I have to get back earlier than I expected. I have to meet with some people." He told me.

"Oh, okay." I said.

I wonder what kind of people. On a Sunday.. I feel like this is Pet Store related. How often does Kenzo even go there anymore? "It's a family thing." Kenzo said.

"I understand." I told him.

Kenzo reached out to cup my cheek. I grabbed his wrist, and leaned into his touch. His black eyes seem softer than normal.

"I wanted to drive back just the two of us. I was going to show you around town, take you out for dinner, and then ask you to stay with me ar my place tonight." He told me. Uh, he was?

"I can come over after your family thing." I offered.

Kenzo smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"I'll let you know." He said.

Let me know? Why does he seem kind of off? Maybe it's just me?

Kenzo let go of my face, and stood up.

"Why don't you shower. I started to pack for you already. I'll finish. Then we can say our good byes, and head out." He said.

"Okay."

************

The ride back home was strange. Kenzo sat in the backseat with me. Beck drove, and Peter rode shotgun. Peter is still the best road trip partner ever.

The whole way back Peter blared the music. Kenzo kept his face stuck in his phone. Even Beck was exceptionally quiet.

It's all very weird. Something is definitely off. I just don't understand what.

Maybe they are all hung over, or tired from last night? They were drinking a lot last night. Not that it stopped Beck and Kenzo from... doing everything they did to me. I'm sure that was tiring for a them too.

I tried to strike up conversation with Kenzo a few times, but he just kept giving me clipped responses. After a while of that, I gave up. I didn't feel like talking to the other two either after being denied by Kenzo. That made the rest of the ride very boring. It also left me to spiral on my own. Naturally, my mind just went too fast.

Did I do something wrong? Was last night weird for them? Did they just get what they wanted, and that's that?

No, it can't be that. Kenzo has real feelings for me. Right?

I looked up at Kenzo. He's frowning at his phone. Not paying attention to anything else around him.

He does have feelings for me. He has to. Otherwise.. I've been making a bigger fool of myself than ever before. I'm not sure if I could take that honestly.

*****

"I'll get your bags from the back." Beck said as he parked in front of my apartment complex.

Beck hopped out of the car, and I opened my door.

"I had a great time with you Opal. We should totally go out for drinks after work sometime." Peter said.

I beamed.

"That sounds great. We can even invite Sasha and Nikki. And my friend Kendra. You'll love her. She knows Sasha and Nikki too." I said.

"That sounds great!" Peter said.

"You'll have to bring your boyfriend too. I want to meet him." I said.

Peter smirked.

"I guess it's only fair. Since I've met yours." He said.

My face heated. I looked at Kenzo, who I'm not sure even heard our conversation. Then I looked back to Peter.

"Uhm, well-"

"Ready to head up Op?" Beck asked.

I looked at him standing just outside my door. Then back to Kenzo. Who still isn't looking up from his phone.

What the hell could be so important on that damn phone?

"Uhm, y-you're not going to walk me up Mr. Suzuki?" I asked bashfully.

"I think Beck can handle it Opal." Kenzo responded.

My face fell as my eyes flickered to Peter. Peter gave me a confused look before looking at Kenzo. When he looked back to me he has 'what the fu.ck' written all over his face.

I agree. What the f**k? Kenzo really isn't going to say good bye to me?

"Well, good bye then." I mumbled.

I started to slide off of the seat when Kenzo placed his hand on mine. I looked up into his eyes as hope sprouted in my chest. Did he change his mind?

"Ben will still be here in the morning to get you." He said.

My face fell again.

"O-okay. Th-thank you." I stuttered.

Kenzo didn't respond. Instead, he just burried his nose back in his phone. I slid off of the seat, and got out of the car.

I stared at my feet as I walked up to my apartment. I feel.. I don't know. My chest hurts. Tears are stinging my eyes.

What was that all about?

"Don't let his attitude get to you Opal. He's just stressed, and he had to make a personal call while we are stopped." Beck told me.

Personal call? With who? How personal is this call that I can't be around to hear it?

We just reached my apartment door. I turned around to grab my bags from Beck. I looked up at his face, and he offered me a small smile.

"Too stressed to say good bye to me?" I asked.

Beck sighed.

"Look, I won't tell you everything, because Kenzo might kill me, but.. His family is complicated. His grandfather.. likes to have control. Kenzo just needs to deal with some stress. Then he'll be back to normal. Promise." He said. "So.. Kenzo's grandfather is stressing him out?" I asked.

Beck rubbed the back of his neck.

"In many ways." He mumbled awkwardly.

I opened my mouth to question him more, but Beck cut me off.

"Just, don't worry okay. Things are normal still. Just go into your apartment. Relax after your trip. Wait for the big oaf to call you." He ordered.

"Okay." I said.

I put my key in the lock. Beck leaned in to kiss my forehead. I twisted the doorknob, and walked in. I watched Beck walk down the hall before shutting my door.

I texted Jed on the way here, and he said that he'll be at work all day. That means I'm alone with these feelings. Maybe I should call Kendra and Marc.

I sighed as I kicked off my shoes. I flipped on a light, and started to walk into my apartment. I almost slipped on something under my feet though.

I looked down to see a messy pile of photographs. I frowned as I crouched down to grab them. My blood ran cold as I looked them over.

They're.. pictures of me. There's tons of them. Pictures of me walking in and out of Suzuki Industries, ones of me sitting on my balcony with Kendra, Marc, and Jed, and then the worst of all.

There are several pictures of Kenzo and I in his car after our date that one night. The night that we fooled around in the parking lot. There are even pictures of us walking into the apartment complex. Tons of them. It looks like someone snapped pictures every second.

What the hell is this? Who did this? Was it June? Or someone else?

I have no idea who would go so far as to take pictures of us. Surely June isn't this crazy.. I mean, she didn't seem to even know about Kenzo and I until I pushed her.

Is this.. someone else? But who? Another infatuated woman of Kenzo's? Jezz maybe?

No way Jezz would put in this much effort though. She doesn't care enough about anyone to take the time to do this. It's really scary. Whoever took these knows where I live. Maybe I should call Kenzo right now.

But..

Beck said that he's really stressed out. What if this does turn out to just be just someone playing a prank on us or something? It might not be anything at all, and I don't want to add onto Kenzo's stress. Besides, that body guard is still across the hall, right? I'm sure I'll be fine.

I stood up with the photos in my hand, and tossed them on the table. Cobweb came to greet me. I made sure he had food, before pouring myself a full glass of wine.

Then I went to look at the pictures again. One of them flipped over when I tossed them onto the table. It has something written on it. I picked it up from the table. 'I'll be seeing you.

- xoxo'

What is the actual fu.ck?