Kylie's Revenge

Chapter 3

Ripley's Pov.

I started my day the same way as any handsome billionaire in his late twenties…

"Is that all?"

"Yes sir, that is everything you need to know about the meeting tomorrow."

A video conference meeting. The man who just finished briefing me was my assistant and close friend - Gabe.

"Good, I'll be sure to go through the documents you sent by then."

"The schedule for the day sir?"

"I have dinner with my in-laws. And stop with the formalities. We're not in the office Gabe, it's weird having my best bud call me sir after every sentence."

"I know, it makes you uncomfortable, and I like that."

I rolled my eyes, "Asshole. Why don't you join us? Patricia has a sister. Who knows, we might become in-laws."

"Come with you to a dinner with your fiance whom I'm very much afraid of with the hopes of being hooked with her sister who might be just as bad as her? Nah, I'm good."

"Come on Gabe, Patricia's not that bad, she sees me for me. You had one misunderstanding."

"She slapped me."

"It was a light touch."

"Then poured red wine all over me."

"In her defense - You called her toxic."

"That's because she is!"

"You're just overthinking things, sure she's hot-headed. But she's sweet. She saw this playboy for who he really is."

Gabe made a puking face. "I hear ya already, don't make me hurl."

I scoffed. "See ya, I've gotta get ready."

"Later bro."

With that, I completed my morning work-out, helped mom with shopping and by 6:pm, we left for dinner.

***

The Trueman Mansion. Its grandeur transported me, making me ponder the legacy of the late Mark Trueman, a savvy business mind.

Melinda Trueman, Patricia's mother, greeted us with an age-defying beauty, a trait evidently passed down to her daughters.

At dinner, seated beside Patricia, her allure held my attention. Opposite to me sat Kylie, Patricia's sister. Different from her sister, yet carrying the same striking features—her natural look intrigued me, causing a momentary lapse into my old ways as a playboy.

Kylie's abrupt departure to the restroom followed by Patricia's unexpected exit left me baffled. My attempt to calm Patricia backfired, only fueling her frustration.

Confronted by Kylie, an unexpected closeness ensued, stirring a brief moment of conflict and temptation. Reality snapped me out of it, rescuing me from a potential mess.

The encounter with Kylie left me questioning my resolve to leave behind my past. Despite my intentions, I found myself dangerously close to a line I vowed not to cross.

Parting ways with Kylie, her mention of my childhood nickname, "Gab,"tugged at memories of my late father.

Alone in the hallway, a mix of relief and curiosity lingered. The unanswered query echoed: "What if I hadn't held back?"

***

The next day, Gabe picked me up for the meeting. It was a four hour hellish meeting with the board of directors.

My mind kept drifting to the events of last night. I haven't spoken with Patricia since then, I was worried about her. I wanted answers as to why she hid the fact that Kylie was her step sister.

After the meeting, I texted Patricia to meet me at our favorite restaurant. Hours later she arrived.

She donned a beautiful purple dress that revealed the sides of her thighs, all I could think of was to claim her body and then and there, but it would have to wait.

"Wow."I muttered, unable to look away.

"I'm here, what did you want to talk about?"

That's right, I got distracted again.

I couldn't let my s*x drive distract me, today's date had two purposes.

The first is to get answers for why my fiance kept such an important secret from me.

The second is to make sure we're cool, I'll only get married when we're both on the same page.

"You look beautiful."I said, pulling the chair for her.

"I know."She replied coldly as she sat down.

"Listen, I wanted to start by apologizing for last night. I may or may not have inadvertently flirted or allowed your sister to flirt with me. Understand, you're way too important to me. It was just my bad habits trying to resurface. It won't happen again baby. "

I held her hand and kissed her.

"I don't want that slut near my man. "

"Noted."

What followed next was a moment of awkward silence."I was trying to piece in the words on the second objective to this date.

"I didn't tell you she's my step sister because I don't care about that."

"Babe…"

"I don't care about that. So if you're thinking I lied to you - I didn't, I just didn't think it was that important to me. Understood?"

I smiled. I was worried for no reason

Yes ma'am. She smiled back and we enjoyed our meal.

I held Patricia's gaze, my voice steady. "No more secrets between us, right?"

She paused, meeting my eyes. "Ripley, I've always been upfront with you. It just didn't feel crucial to mention earlier."

***

After dinner, I took her to my place. Opting for ice cream instead of booze to stick to our no-alcohol rule, we chilled. Sitting beside her, she rested her head on my shoulders. As a former playboy, her leaning on me left me unsure how to handle it.

I pressed my lips on her forehead for a sweet casual kiss. I caught a whiff of her fruity hair fragrance . But, you know what? She kicked things off by wrapping her hands around my abs, and I just couldn't resist. Things got a bit heated, and she sensed it was time to go. Standing up, grabbing her bag, I didn't even see her off; lost in thought, unsure how to shake off the mood. After locking the door behind her, I decided to drown my thoughts in a few glasses of alcohol.

The door handle turned by itself I could have sworn. I deemed my eyes to focus on just the door handle. And yep, I was not mistaken.

Someone was at the door.