A Stolen Kiss From THE CEO!

150 The Miller Family

Tom stood patiently by the car, as he waited for Denise to arrive. Today was a special day for him and he couldn’t wait to show off Denise to every member of his family. He was particularly excited to introduce Denise to his very pompous older brother, who always believed that he was the most successful member of the family.

When Tom spotted Denise’s car approaching his mini-mansion driveway, he sauntered toward it, smiling from cheek to cheek. He was eager to see her and hold her in his arms.

Tom knew that he was crazily in love with Denise because for days, he had been unable to fall asleep when she decided to spend the last three nights in her house. He also couldn’t explain the fact that his reality with Denise was better than his dream of being with any other lady.

Denise was like a breath of fresh air to him. Her smile was like the brightness of the day and her sweet laughter was like that of a happy toddler. The happiness she exuded could be proportioned to the genuine love she gave. She was a complete package to Tom.

If Tom wanted crazy, stupid, weird, funny, or daring traits, he found all and even more in Denise.

Denise gave him the boldness that he never knew existed in him. Her beauty and genuine love awakened the sleeping giant in him. Thanks to her, he felt he could do anything and everything.

Immediately Denise’s car stopped and packed, Tom briskly walked over to the driver’s side and open the door for her to come out.

“Good morning, my queen!” Tom took her outstretched right hand and gently pulled her out of the car.

“Good morning, my prince charming!” Denise’s eyes sparkled with a million stars. She hugged him and they both shared a brief kiss.

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“You look elegant and breathtaking!” Tom’s glimmering eyes scrutinized every inch of her.

“Oh my! Thank you!” Denise twirled around in her sophisticated attire. “I hope I’m not too dressed?”

She was donned in an off-shoulder high-low flare wine color dress, complimented by a black ankle strap stiletto heel. Her silky brown hair was let down stylishly and a pair of dazzling diamond stud earrings decorated her earlobes.

“You look perfect, my darling.” Tom cooed. “I hope my handsome brothers don’t steal you away from me.”

“They can try but my heart belongs to only you.” Denise wiped her lipstick stain off Tom’s lips using her white handkerchief.

“Why are you taking them off?” Tom protested. “You should have left them right there! Since I can’t kiss you the way I want to, that stamp would leave a reminder of how sweet your luscious lips are.”

“Really! How about I decorate your whole face with lots of kiss marks?” Denise winked at him. “You don’t have to worry about my lipstick application wearing out. I have my makeup kits in my purse.”

“Hahaha!” Tom roared with laughter. “No need for that sweetheart. Wait until we retire to the hotel, after the Thanksgiving dinner. Then you can kiss me anywhere and everywhere you want to.”

“I can’t wait!” Denise giggled as Tom opened the door for her to get in.

“Me too!” Tom said excitedly.

When they were both inside Tom’s exotic car, he zoom off to his country home of Carlpole, which was also the birthplace of Leon Treshvire.

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The Miller family mansion was the second most luxurious mansion in all of Carlpole after the Treshvire mansion. It was known for its lavish interior design, inspired by international architecture. Its famous monuments, captivating water fountains, and infamous horse stable gave the mansion its distinctive touch.

The head of the Miller family, Greg Miller, was a retired army major general. He is known to be ambitious, optimistic, realistic, tenacious and an overall disciplinarian. He is never known to condone any form of misbehavior from his four boys; Dan, David, Fred, and Tom.

When Greg’s boys were younger, he lost his wife, Mariah Miller, to a fatal accident. Ever since then, Greg had mourned his wife and refused to remarry. He acted in the capacity of both a father and mother to his four beloved boys.

All of Greg’s sons had a deep reverence for him. He always stood behind his sons whenever they were faced with the toughest decision of their lives, irrespective of the outcome. Also, he was a proud father, who had great pride in all his four sons.

Towards the end of every year, the Miller family always held a Thanksgiving dinner, in honor of their beautiful late mother. The Thanksgiving dinner also coincided with the day Mariah died.

Those who usually graced the dinner were; fathers, sons, daughters-in-law, children, and a few relatives. Some arrived a day before the event, while others like Tom arrived on the specified day.

The mansion was buzzing with a lot of activities when Tom and Denise arrived.

All three brothers were seen chatting and laughing out loud while the wives and Fred’s girlfriend busied themselves with one or two organization chores. Some gossiping relatives gathered in their small groups; working, eating, and keeping tabs on anything and everything.

Greg’s grandchildren kept him very busy as he was seen chasing them around, laughing and playfully falling on the lawned grass, behind the mansion.

Immediately Tom’s car entered the premises and parked, everyone stopped what they were doing and waited to see who was seated at the driver’s side.

“Dan, I think little brother bought a girlfriend.” Fred was the first person to break the sudden silence.

“Are you for real?” Dan’s eyes widened. “I have to see this unfortunate girl for myself.”

“That’s not a nice thing to say, Dan,” David frowned and nudged his brother on the arm. “Give our baby brother a break.”

“Come on, Dave!” Dan grinned. “You know that I’m telling the truth. It’s painful to say but your kid brother has a phobia for ladies.”

“Well, he’s about to break the record!” David beamed triumphantly. “He finally brought his first girlfriend home.”

“Don’t be so conclusive!” Dan smiled slyly. “The girl could be a paid girlfriend or his colleague at work.”