Her CEO Wife

“Charlene Knight.”

She increased the volume while reading the magazine as she was completely engrossed. She blinded her face with it. It would be hard for the passengers in the public bus to see her face, since she had covered half of her face with it.

She ribboned her golden hair to one side and parted her plump pink lips. A voice called out from behind but she heard no sound than the song she was listening to. A gentle tap on her shoulder made to remove her gaze on the magazine, she glimpsed behind her seat.

“Charlene Knight. ” He called her full names.

She was in a mellow mood with a solemn countenance. She parted her lips and blinked once. “Javier.” She murmured his name, put the magazine down on her laps.

His eyes beamed. He stood up from his seat and walked to the old woman sitting beside her. “Please ma'am, may I have this seat with the exchange of mine?” He requested politely.

“Sure son.” The old woman nodded while smiling brightly. She rose and walked ponderously to his seat. Javier sat heavily beside her. “How did you get in?”

“I was with you at the bus stop.” He said. She shrugged. “I guess you didn't notice. What are you reading?” He asked, taking the magazine on her lap. He loosened his tie as he turned over the first page.

“It isn't the kind of thing you'd love to read. Give it back.” She attempted to take the magazine from him but he didn't let it go.

“You've been staring at this picture for a while.” He said knowingly.

“So?”

“Do you like him?”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She might liked the man in the magazine but to be honest with herself, the man would never noticed her. She had a secret crush on the man ever since she came across his magazines in her father's room. She didn't know anything about the young CEO but she had a huge crush on him. Sometimes when she had nothing to do or she was perturbed, staring at his picture ease her mind. Since then she found peace in his magazines. “I found the magazine in dad's room.” She steered the question.

“Actually that's not what I asked you. Do you like Richard Sullivan?” He demanded, still hanging the magazine in the air.

“If I say yes would that help your curiosity? Give me back the magazine.” She said sternly. She wanted to snatch it from him but he kept wagging his hand in the air, making it hard for her. She was losing her patient as Javier kept playing her. It got to the point where she was going to get down from the bus, she pressed a button then up, she rose. “You can keep it if you want.” She said and walked to the exiting door.

“Wait, Charlene.” Javier called but she never turned back. She alighted from the bus with her backpack hung at her back. Javier hurried after her but the bus had started moving. “I'm getting down.” He announced, making the bus skidded to a halt. He hurried out of the bus and headed to the direction she had taken.

He was able to catch up with her on her way home. “Why are you following me?” She halted and turned around.

“I just want to return this.” He extended the magazine to her. “I'm sorry if I've upset you.”

“You can keep it if you want it. I have many at home.” She said soothly.

“I'm not Charlene Knight that loves reading magazines. It's not my taste.”

“Um.” She extended her hand to him. “Then let me have it.”

“Not so soon, sweetheart. What happened to your twins' brother?”

“He sustained a minor injury on his leg during the motorcycles race. He's going to be alright, ” She assured.

“Thanks for asking about that idiot. My magazine please.” Javier returned the magazine to her.

“Have a pleasant day.”

“You too. Don't bother to wait for bus, just a hail a cab instead. Bye-bye.” She started walking as she headed home. It would took her ten minutes to reach the estate. She took a public transport because Charles couldn't make it to college without limping. He couldn't move without support after he sustained the injuries during the weekend. She turned over the first page as she kept walking. She wasn't looking at where she was going as she focused her gaze on the picture.

“Hey, watch where you're going Miss.” A young boy nearly hit her with his bicycle.

She closed the magazine and sighed. “I'm sorry little one.” She bowed a bit. “Oh.” She breathed. She sidled across the estates, looking at their gate. A smile clouded her eyes as she hurried to the door.

“Welcome, charlene.” The gatekeeper greeted cheerfully.

“Thanks Mr willow.” She trudged to the door, she twisted the door handle then walked inside.

“Welcome, charlene.” Their housemaid greeted on her way to the kitchen.

“How are you? Where is Charles?”

“I'm good, and Charles is in his room.”

She hurried to the stairs, she gripped the railings as she ascended the stairs. She headed to his door, planting a soft knock on it.

“Come in.”

She unlocked the door and stepped inside. “Have you tried to get your ass off bed by yourself?” She sputtered while moving close to him in the bed.

“I'm following mom's instructions.”

“You, Charles? I don't believe you. If you've followed mom's instructions I'm pretty sure you won't be in this position.”

“You are making me feel bad right now.”

“What a stubborn child?” She put her backpack on the bed.

“Stop talking like mom.”

“Have I started scolding you? How are you feeling now?” She touched the bandages on his leg.

“Not so severe like yesterday, at least I can hop on one feet.”

“Is there anything you want me to help you with?”

“Massage.” He pouted sarcastically.

She hit him playfully. “I'm not your girlfriend, Charles knight.”

“But you said you're my first girlfriend. Are you breaking up with me already?”

“Don't start now.” She hit him because of the mischievous smirk on his face.

“Your long crush is holding a party tonight and dad is going to attend with mom.”

“Really?”

“Yes really. I overheard them talking about the party, it seems like mom is going to attend the party too.”

“Oh no. What should I do Charles? This is my last chance to meet Richard Sullivan. I have to attend the party with dad.” She took Charles hand while looking at him with her puppy eyes which she knew it was his weakness.

“Stop looking at me with such eyes, Charlene.”

She shook her head vigorously. She blinked once, looking pitiful. “Please you have to think of something, Charles. Please.” She pouted her lips in a cute way that made him to give up.

“Let mom return then we'll figure out what to do together.”

“Are you sure?”

He scoffed. “I'm a master planner, are you doubting me?”

“Of course not. If it works I'll talk to Vero on your behalf, it seems like the lady also likes you.”

“Who's Vero?”

“Your nemesis.”

Charles widened his mouth. He huffed and looked away. “You mean that castigator.”

“I know you're stalking her, you like her but I don't know why you two are always criticizing each other.” She chuckled mockingly.

There was no way Charles would ask her to do that, both of them never got along for two minutes. They always ended up in a fight, she criticized him, he retaliated. That made them enemies.

“Lair. Why should I stalk my enemy?”

“Gosh, you're behaving like a kid right now, Charles. I stalked both,” She laughed and bantered him a little. “You stalk her, she stalks you. Both of you will make a good couple.”

“Hell no.” He put up a pococurate act as he pouted his lips.

“Stop being a hardhead.” She gave him a hard knocked on his head before dashing out of his room.