Semua Bab So Long, Mr. CEO. I'm Now With Your Brother : Bab 51 - Bab 60

ROXANNE It's been a week since I sat with Kylian to have a meal with and conversation, even though it was meaningless sometimes. I didn't want to agree that I missed him. I couldn't miss a man who had made himself available for every woman out there. He was probably on top one right now and not bothered to wish me a happy birthday.I shouldn't care, but I couldn't deny that I did. Mom and Ethan had wished me and had even gotten me gifts as well.I couldn't say the same for Kylian. What kind of man would get me a pre-birthday gift, but not remember to even wish me on my day? I put thoughts of him out of my mind.It was five pm. Mom had told me she wanted to take me out, to celebrate the day for me. And because I was bored, I had agreed. So I was dressed up in one of the gowns Kylian had bought for me, a high heeled sandals and a matching clutch purse. It was my day, I thought, studying my appearance in the mirror, nodding appreciatively. It might be a small, less expensive outin

ROXANNE It was why he'd told Josh to come for Ethan that day, promising to send him the location and time. But what exactly could it be for?What kind of game was Kylian playing with his family that I wasn't a part of or even aware of? My eyes searched for mom, I found her already making her way towards us, expression calm with a bit of concern.She reached where I was, and stood beside me, a hand on my shoulder as if offering some kind of solidarity. I appreciated her presence and hoped that tonight would not be ruined."Why are we here?" Vanessa met Kylian's gaze head-on, glaring. Kylian's tone was cool, even casual, "you'll soon see. However, in the mean time, why don't you all enjoy the party?""Nonsense." Vanessa sounded sharper now, low enough not to attract attention. "We're leaving.""And with our son." Josh supported.I was more than ready to fight them tooth and nail, they were taking my son nowhere. But Kylian was already beating me to it, taking a stand, "No can do." he

ROXANNE The speaker stopped playing. "This," Kylian tapped the documents, "is the evidence, written and signed, that the true heiress of Gilmore Empire is Roxanne Robertson whose true last name is Gilmore, and not Vanessa Gilmore as the public believes."The hall was an uproar by now. Guests were talking in mixed tones, voices lapped over one another.I couldn't get them all but I could tell they all were conveying the same thing — the wickedness of Gilmore, how they knew my parents and couldn't believe they had been murdered rather than the accident they had let the world believe was the cause. Kylian let them keep talking. He didn't try to stop the ruckus. He stepped down, taking a shaking, sad, teary-eyed me with him. I went along like a puppet, not sure how I could process all of this. Patricia was, as usual, ranting and shouting in the Gilmores' faces. Josh had moved away from Vanessa, his expression scrunched as though he couldn't believe who she was anymore. Vanessa's exp

ROXANNEHours later, the party was over. The guests had all gone. Some even promised to come around to the office for business talks and mergers. They congratulated me for getting back what was mine.Paparazzi had stepped into the hall just when I was about to cut the cake with Kylian, mom and Ethan flanking my sides in support — with a little exception to little, excited Ethan who stood in front of me holding the knife as though he was the man of the moment — proud and soaking in the attention from anyone who wanted to say hi.On my own part, I could barely keep up, but the excitement of the evening was worth every energy. Rochelle was one of the last handful of guests to leave. I thanked her profusely for her part in helping me get back my identity. We promised to keep in touch and keep the friendship going. "He's asleep now." Kylian said as the elevator door slid open to the twentieth floor. Mom eyed the peacefully sleeping Ethan in Kylian's arm as though she wanted to grab him.

ROXANNE "Oh God..." I thrashed about the bed, fists gripping the sheets. My brain cells were scrambling for sanity. My body edged dangerously closer with each kiss, each trail, each lick. At this point, I couldn't help the strong pull below my waist, making me bite my lower lip harder, trying to stifle a moan...it was a hopeless situation.His mouth had long broken away from my mouth but was erupting more desires than I ever thought I was capable of hosting through my petite frame. God, he was so good at his. My body gave an involuntary jerk when his tongue swiped over the face of my pussy, as his thumb ran about my clits in circling motions. The pull was stronger, heavier, pressured to break forth. He pulled away his mouth and drew himself up to look my gaze. The fact that he'd stopped when I was this close had sexual frustration gnawing my insides. I stared at him through the blur of heavy lust, "Mmm..."His eyes were clouded too, his hair ruffled with dark strands poking ab