Entangled To The CEO

Jake’s [POV]

As I walked into my office, I noticed that Kristen wasn’t at her desk. I felt a little note of disappointment and realized how much I’d been looking forward to seeing her all morning.

I hadn’t been able to come to work first thing because I had meetings across town. In the last few weeks, Kristen and I had been spending a huge amount of time together.

We had frowned exceptionally close, and I was feeling all the familiar tingles of love beginning to blossom within me.

And there was something else, too…something that felt a lot like relief.

Was it possible that Kristen was the one who could mend my broken heart and change me for the better? I was starting to think that it was possible.

I refrained from calling to check where she was and headed into my office.

I sat down at my desk and poured myself a glass of water. We had spoken a lot over the last couple of weeks, but I had noticed something in that time.

Kristen was extremely tight-lipped about her childhood and her parents.

I knew she had a rough relationship with both her mother and her father, and I knew general information, but she had been careful to avoid details.

It had made me curious and some intrinsic part of myself told me that she was holding back because perhaps she didn’t feel as strongly about me as I felt about her.

I realized that I wanted to know more about her, not just out of curiosity, but also as an attempt to deepen the connection between us.

I was ruminating on how far I had come in such a short time when I heard a knock on my door.

“Come in,” I called.

A moment later, Kristen walked in. She was wearing a red blouse and a black pencil skirt that made her look like she should have been on the cover of some magazine.

Her hair was tied into a loose knot at the back of her head, and her makeup, as usual, was understated and classy.

She was holding two takeout cartons from a restaurant downtown that I loved.

She smiled at me as she walked in and sat down opposite me.

“Surprise,” she said, setting the takeout cartons on the table.

“Lunch.” “That restaurant is forty minutes away.”

“Turns out, they deliver,” she told me.

“The moment I knew, I had just had to order lunch for us.”

“Delivery must be crazy expensive.” Kristen tightened her lips, and I knew it would have been.

“How much?” I asked.

“None of your business,” she countered.

“Just enjoy the lunch.” I smiled. I dipped into the carton and reached for the chopsticks. I took a bite and then closed my eyes in appreciation. “Good surprise?” she asked.

“Great surprise,” I nodded. “Thank you.” “My pleasure,” she said, reaching for her takeout carton. I glanced up at her.

“So, Kristen…” “Yeah?”

“Things have been going well between us, don’t you think?” She smiled. “Very well,” she nodded.

“I would even go so far as to say we’ve entered firmly into relationship status,” I said. Kristen’s smile widened. “I would agree.”

“Maybe it’s time we took our relationship to the next level,” I suggested. Kristen raised her eyebrows.

“The next level?” she repeated.

“Yes.”

“Um…we’re already sleeping together,” she said.

“I’m not talking about sex.”

“Then what are you talking about?” I paused for a moment, wondering how to bring up the topic.

“Well… I suppose I’ve noticed that whenever we discuss our pasts and our family history, I’m the one doing most of the talking.” She raised her eyebrows.

“I’ve told you about my past,” she said, but I was almost certain that she tensed a little.

“Not in detail,” I said.

“I know that your father was married to someone else and had an affair with your mother, which led to your birth but I don’t know much else.”

“What do you want to know?” I was sure it wasn’t my imagination this time. She was reluctant to talk about her parents.

I understood that she must be embarrassed and self-conscious about it, but I also wanted her to know that I wasn’t the kind of guy who would judge her based on her parent’s poor life decisions.

“Well, for starters, do you still talk to your father?” I asked.

“Or is it more serious than that?” “The last time I spoke to him was about seven months ago,” Kristen admitted.

“Just before I moved here. I didn’t have a choice a lot of the time. He lives with my mother, and when I go to see her, I inevitably see him.”

“So, you don’t want to have anything to do with him?” I asked. I sighed.

“It’s complicated,” she said.

“The fact is, despite everything, it appears my mother genuinely loves him.

I suppose that’s why I swallow my anger and talk to him each time because it hurts her when I don’t.

My mother and I don’t have the best relationship, but I still love her. I can use that word about her, but with my father…that word never made sense.”

“You don’t like talking about them, do you?” I asked.

“Not really,” Kristen said.

“Have you spoken to your mother recently?”

“Um… I have,” she nodded slowly.

“It didn’t go very well.” “Why not?”

“Because Mom has always felt like she had some sort of divine right to interfere in my life,” Kristen explained.

“She likes to control me maybe because she could never really control her own life. I suppose it just got to be too much for me.”

“Was that why you left Michigan?”

“Part of the reason,” she nodded. I wanted to ask what the other part of her reason was, but I sensed that she was already extremely uncomfortable, and I didn’t want to make her feel bad.

I did want her to open up to me, but I wanted her to want to share. It didn’t count if I forced her into it.

“I’m sorry,” Kristen said suddenly.

“It’s just that… I guess I’m sensitive about my upbringing; it wasn’t exactly normal.” I smiled.

“We all think that about our families,” I said.

“But if you don’t want to talk about it, then I won’t push you. But I just want you to know that you can talk to me about anything.”

“Thank you,” she nodded. She was silent for a long time, and when she looked up, she seemed more willing to talk.

“I was nine when I realized my parents weren’t married. I asked Mom why there were no wedding pictures of her and Dad, and she told me it was because they had decided not to get married. It wasn’t until years later that I found out about his other family his real family.”

“Real?” I repeated, sensing the hostility in that word.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“He was already married, and he had a child,” Kristen said.

“I mean, another child.”

“Wow,” I breathed.

“You have a sibling?”

“A half-sister,” Kristen nodded. She seemed somehow different. As though her body had tensed suddenly.

“Is she older?” I asked. “By a few years,” she replied without any emotion.

“I didn’t know that.” Kristen looked down, and I could see the emotion build up inside her.

“We don’t have contact,” she said flatly, as though she would have rather spoken about anything else in the world. There was something in her eyes that told me that she cared about this half-sister, though.

“I’m sorry, Kristen,” I said, reaching out and taking her hand. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t upset me,” she said quickly. “It’s just that talkin g about my family has always been a little difficult for me. It’s embarrassing.”

“Why should it be?” I asked. “Their decisions have nothing to do with you.” “It’s reflective of where I came from,” she tried to explain.

“They are a part of me, no matter how fast I try to run from that. My mother…she’s the last person in the world I want to be like, and yet, my greatest fear is that I’m exactly like her.”

“Is that the source of your strained relationship with her?” “Strained,” Kristen repeated, as though she were amused with the word.

“That’s putting it lightly. It’s only a small part of the source. The more relevant part has to do with the fact that I outed her years ago.” I frowned.

“What do you mean?” “I had known about my father’s other family for a while,” Kristen explained.

“I was a teenager, and I was angry and confused and just…disappointed in everything and everyone. Finally, I concluded that my father’s wife should be made aware of the situation.”

“Wait,” I said, raising my eyebrows. “You exposed your parents’ affair.”

“Pretty much,” she sighed.

“I tracked down my father’s wife, which was surprisingly easy to do, then I drove two hours to the address I’d found, and… I told her.” I raised my eyebrows.

“What did she say?” “I didn’t wait for her to say anything,” I said.

“I told her what I needed to tell her, and then I got back into my car and drove back home. The truth was, I couldn’t even meet her eye. My mother was the home wrecker and I was the embodiment of her character.”

“Kristen,” I said gently.

“That’s harsh you are not the embodiment of anything but your actions and choices. You can’t be held accountable for what your parents did. If that were the case, we’d all be paying for the sins of those who came before us.” Kristen closed her eyes for a moment.

“Her whole life was a lie,” she said.

“It just felt like my life was a lie, as well.” “Your life is your own,” I assured her.

“It’s yours to shape; if you don’t want to be like your mother, then don’t be like her. It’s as simple as that.” Kristen smiled sadly for a moment. “That’s easier said than done.”

“Give yourself more credit,” I said, kissing her hand gently.

“You’re stronger than you realize.” “And, you know that for a fact do you?” she asked challengingly.

“I do,” I smiled confidently. That got a small laugh out of her, and I felt her relax.

“See?” I said. “Sharing can be cathartic…”

“I don’t know about it being cathartic,” she said.

“But I did like talking to you about all that. I feel closer to you.”

“Which is exactly my point,” I nodded.

“Which is why I want you to meet my aunt soon.”

“Your aunt?” Kristen asked.

“She’s the closest thing to family I have left,” I said.

“And, she’s always been a mother to me. I’d like you to meet her.” Kristen smiled.

“I’d love to meet her.” “Excellent,” I nodded.

“Is there any chance I might meet your mother one day?” Kristen’s face fell visibly.

“I don’t know,” she said, at last.

“Hey, no pressure, okay?” I assured her.

“We can take things at the pace you’re comfortable with.” She smiled, but I could see the uncertainty etched across her face.

“Thank you,” she replied. I wondered if it was just my imagination again, or if her voice shook just a little.