Page 12 of The CEO

•Bathroom break.

•Put Animal Planet on TV to play in the background.

•Give each their own toys. There are baskets marked with their names.

Didthe dogs also put their own toys away? I had serious doubts about that one. How was I supposed to remember what toy belonged to what dog unless they only had one each, but I had serious doubts if they each had their own baskets?

Before Bed:

•Bathroom break/walk.

•Treat

•Brush teeth.

•Play with each dog for thirty minutes.

•Turn on soft music/nature sounds for them to fall asleep to.

Brush their teeth?Never in my wildest dreams did I think anyone was brushing dog’s teeth. Was it too late to back out, because I couldn’t imagine trying to force those big dogs mouths open and sticking a toothbrush in there? Did they have their own bathrooms too? Maybe if I was lucky, they peed in there. But according to the rules they were to be taken out to use the restroom. Still, I wouldn’t be surprised to find they had their own bathroom with toothbrushes, shampoo, and brushes.

Maketheir dinners in the crockpot. It’s in the cabinet underneath the coffee machine.

•Monday - Chicken, rice, and carrots.

•Tuesday - Organic Stew (see recipe in the drawer).

•Wednesday - Ground turkey with mixed vegetables.

•Thursday - Ground beef, potatoes, and green beans.

•Friday - Brisket

•Saturday - Ground sausage and rice.

•Sunday - Bake peanut butter treats.

The next weekmix it up so it’s not the same. You’ll find the recipes in the back of the folder.

Okay,now I knew this had to be some sort of a joke because there was no way in hell, he made their dinners every night in a freaking crockpot.

Kingston’s icy voice grabbed my attention from this elaborate hoax. “I see you found the folder.”

Seemed he was still upset at me. I had no idea that his sister, Murphy, had died. Once she was out of high school, my father was no longer her family physician. I couldn’t believe he hadn’t mentioned her death to me. I wasn’t particularly close with the Avery family, but I would have given my condolences if I had known. Now, it was too late. I had always thought Murphy was a sweet girl. She had loved animals, but her parents wouldn’t let her have one because she was sick most of the time and said she wouldn’t be able to take care of it. Whenever I saw her when we were younger, I always tried to play or talk to her. Her mother always tried to shoo me away as if I carried the plague. Like my father would have brought me there if there was any chance I could have gotten Murphy sick. Still, I was saddened by the news. It made sense for Kingston to be upset by her passing. More than upset. They had always been close. Obviously, since he let his sister name his dogs.

In all truth, I loved the names, but in no way did I see Kingston calling them by those outlandish names. It just didn’t seem his style. Neither did the idea he’d own a dog let alone three. I was already picturing dressing the little one up while he was gone. I wondered if there were any Jimmy Choo accessories for dogs. If there were, I was going to have to buy him something. Well, not me because there was no way I would pay that much, but I bet my boss would.

Holding up the folder, I turned around to face him. He was dressed in another one of his ten-thousand-dollar suits, navy blue, with black Italian shoes. His hair was slicked back, and I absolutely hated it. I wanted to run my fingers through it and mess it up, but I knew that was inappropriate and he didn’t want me to touch him in the slightest if his laser green eyes were anything to go by.

“This is a joke, right?”

“I don’t have time for jokes. My car will be here in a few minutes, so if you have any questions ask them now.” The entire time he spoke, he kept his eyes on the folder. I wasn’t sure how to get back on his good side or if he needed time to cool down. You would have thought overnight was enough time, but I guess not.

Are you over Haider cheating on you?That’s not the same and you know it. And no, I wasn’t over it. I wasn’t sad anymore, but I was pissed. I wanted to go and slash my ex’s tires, only he didn’t own a car. He said we’d get one after we got married. Maybe he’d get one after he married Kiki, the hussy.

Not wanting to think about Haider being balls deep in that redheaded slut, I looked back down at the rules. Hell, these dogs ate better than I did. Did they really get homemade food every day? Did Kingston do all of this each day for his dogs or was he doing this because someone else was watching them?

Waving the papers in his face, I asked, “How can I do all this and work? Who does this when you’re at work all week?”

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