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Today is the day the results from the DNA test would come in. Alexander had said he would pick it up on his way back here. He was due to be home any minute now. I kept pacing back on forth the living room. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he found out that I wasn't Henrique's mother and that he was wrong about me.

I couldn't wait to push it in his face.

The sound of the garage gate opening made me more alert. I had been waiting for him for an hour. Henrique was napping so while I pushed his false accusations at him, I don't have to worry about the baby been nearby.

I heard tight on the walkie talky as I continued to pace this time walking over to the door that he was bound to come through any second now.

The lock on the door starts turning until it opened showing Alexander. His big frame stands over mine.

"Did you collect the test?" I questioned as soon as I saw his face.

"I'm home safe, thanks for asking." He moved away from me and start walking in the direction of his office.

I rolled my eyes, I start walking behind him. He opened his office door and waited for me to enter then followed behind me.

This was the first time, I've actually been in his office even though I pass the door a lot of times.

I went around to the huge desk and sat in it. "You can have a seat."

I shake my head. "No, Me sitting would just ruin everything I planned."

He raised his brows but didn't say anything. He opened his briefcase and took out the write envelope. As I watched him, my heart couldn't help but beat fast, one hundred miles an hour.

He pulls the seal off the envelope, opening it. Not wasting any time, he took out the white paper and look down at it. His face didn't give away emotions on the results, but I knew he must be thinking what a fool he's been.

"I told you!" I taunted. I moved my body in a dancing movement. "I told you, I'm not his mom but, no you didn't believe me. Now you have proof that I'm not."

He lifted his head, his face still emotionless. He looked into my green eyes not saying anything.

"Have a seat." I moved over to the chair obeying his command. Was he ready to apologize?

He folds his hands in a business manner has he continued to look at me. "I need you to tell me everything about you, your sister and your family."

That was the last thing I expect to hear from him.

"Why?"

"You're not his mother so I need to find her." He finally admits that I wasn't Henrique. His statement making me happier than I expected but sad at the same time.

"Where to start?"

"Start with why you hate your sister."

I tensed him at his statement. "I rather not. That's not important. It won't help you find her."

He stared at me again. "Fine. Tell me everything else."

I tilted my head to the side. "We were born the third of January 1990. We're identical twins. We are naturally red heads. I dyed my hair black three years ago. She dyed her's blonde to make her look more like a model." I look at him. "You're not taking notes."

"Oh, don't worry. I'll remember." I couldn't understand his tone, so I continued.

"She went to Camborne College for a year and a half to study Cosmetics but dropped out after she met a man who made her a model. That's it." That's the only thing I was willing to share. I didn't want him digging in my past as well.

"That's all?" he asked with an unsatisfied look on his face.

"I don't know much about my sister. I haven't seen her in years. I can't help you look for her. Check commercials and magazines, she is hard to miss." How can you when she's always half naked.

"Don't you think I've tried all those?"

I rolled my eyes.

He shakes his head. "No. I want valuable information that can help me find her."

"What do you consider valuable information because I thought I just gave you some." What other information could I possibly have to help find Alliyah?

"What does she like? Places she likes going. People she hangs out with. A name of her close friend. Those are the things that would help find her."

I rub my hands against my face. These were memories I didn't want coming back. "We lived in San Francisco, very close to the sea. She loved the sea and beaches. So, I guess you can start searching the coasts of cities." Beaches were our thing. We'd go to the beach every Saturday and play with the other kids or teens. "She likes Alaska, she talked about living there all the time as a kid. I didn't really know a lot of her friends to be honest. I wouldn't say she had a close friend. We were best friends, we didn't really need anyone but ourselves. When we were not hanging out together she was with her model friends and I was out with my friends too."

I shake my head. The friends that I had to leave behind. All the bad things that happened in my life was her fault.

"Why are you even looking for her? She left Henrique here." I raised my voice, "Do you really think she wants to be found? Do you think she cares about anyone but herself?" I hear could hear my voice cracking and feel the tears coming. "If she wanted Henrique she would have kept him but No! She didn't. She left him at your office, left him so she could go back to her model life and so all the immoral things. That's how she is. She hurts people. She doesn't care about anyone. Nobody." I felt the first tear on my face.

My sister was mean and evil. Look what she did to her own child, look what she did to me.

The loud crying of Henrique came through the walkie talky. I wiped my face with both my hands. Thank God Henrique woke up, he saved me from a whole heap of embarrassment that was about to come. I push the chair back and stand.

"I have to go, Henrique, is awake and he's probably very hungry." I held on tight to walkie talky in my hands. I didn't want Alexander mentioning my little breakdown.

He nods, then said. "We'll continue this later."

Nodding I turn and left the office.

I couldn't wait until I was far away from that office.

What the hell just happened?

I started crying in front him now he knows that something terribly really happened with my sister and he's going want to dig up old wounds. Wounds that still haven't healed as yet.

Whenever you're sad just eat ice-cream and that's exactly what I going to do now. I walk down the stairs with Henrique on my hips. It was around 10 pm so Ms. Wilson was probably already asleep and Alexander, well I had no idea about his sleeping habits.

When I was on the ground floor, I slowly walked into the kitchen. I wasn't wearing any shoes, so it was easier not to make noise. When I reach the kitchen, I walked over to the huge fridge and open it. Last night when I was sneaking around late I noticed a perfectly full jar of cookie and cream ice-cream.

Cookie and Cream! Of course, I have to steal it.

I took out the jar of ice-cream, then walked over to the draw to take out two spoons.

I place Henrique on the island to sit, while I sat on a stool. I take off the cap of the jar and looked down at the ice-cream.

I moan at the black and white mixture. This ice-cream was made for me. Ms Wilson must have known Cookie and Cream was my favourite, so she left me this goody in the fridge as an apology treat.

Yeah right.

Laughing, I shake my head and pushed my spoon in the icy mixture, I shovel a large amount then place it in my mouth. I shivered from the sudden coldness, but I didn't mind it at all. It was so worth it. I took a next spoon but placing it in Henrique's mouth instead.

He made his face up from the sudden brain freeze but then quickly lick the rest off the spoon. When I moved the spoon from his mouth he starts reaching for it.

Laughing, "Look at that. You have good taste in ice-cream." I put in the spoon again and give me another taste. I let go of the spoon giving Henrique full control to feed himself.

I dipped my spoon in the ice-cream and brought it back to my mouth, watching me Henrique did the same thing.

I smiled. He was super smart.

"Hey, you're stealing all my ice-cream." I playful said at the baby whose face was now covered in ice-cream.

"The last time I check that was my ice-cream." I froze at the voice behind me.

Oh, Oh. I got caught.

I slowly turned around with the spoon in hand. Alexander was standing at the entrance of the kitchen. He was wearing a white T-shirt and shorts. He looked hella sexy, like always.

I flushed. "I'm sorry. I had no idea it was yours." I didn't care whose it was either. This house is owned by a billionaire, he can buy the whole ice-cream factory if he wanted.

"I'll let you off the hook if you let me have some."

"Deal!" he walked past me and open the cutlery draw taking out a spoon. I pull one of the stools closer to me and sat.

He looked at Henrique and smile. "He seems to be enjoying himself."

"Oh, yeah. We both are. Cookie and Cream is the best ice-cream on the planet."

He nods his head and smile. "I completely agree and that's why I bought 10 of these jars."

I looked at him with my eyes widen. "What?"

"I know. Ten." He says nodding.

I shake my head. "This is the only one in the fridge."

He chuckles. "I'm a billionaire, why would I have one fridge?" I nod. It made complete sense, why would he have one refrigerator?

I looked at him with a grin on my face, "So you're telling me, that somewhere in this house there is a next fridge that has nine other jars of cookie and cream ice-cream?"

"Yup." He answered popping the p.

"No way! I don't believe you."

"There is. I can tell you where it is but I'd be giving away my secret stash because there is also chocolate bars and everything sweet there." My mind could only think about the cookie and cream ice-cream and all the other chocolate he was talking about.

"Trust me, I'm not the person to give that kind of information. I love chocolate, so I would probably eat everything in that fridge and not give you any."

"Yea and that's why I'm keeping it to myself." He chuckles and places his full spoon in his mouth.

"Meanie." I pretend to be angry and turn my head away.

"I'm not a meanie." he denies, "I'm am probably going to be the nicest man you'll ever meet."

Laughing, "Right." I said sarcastically. "Nice men don't let nice girls lose their jobs or embarrass them either."

He left his hands to his chest. "Okay, I did make you lose your job, but I have a valid reason why." Shaking his head. "I've never embarrassed you."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course, you have many times. In front of Mr. Ryan. Many times, in front of Ms. Wilson."

"Those were not intentional." He defended.

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Really, weren't they?"

He reached for my arms and turn me to face him. "I'd never hurt anyone intentionally. I know I treated you awful and I'm sorry, but you can't really expect me not to. I thought you were the girl who ruined my parent's marriage and left her baby in an office. I didn't have much choice."

"Everyone has a choice," I repeated his words to him. He did have a choice; his choice was to believe I was telling the truth and he chose not to.

"I'm sorry. I should have taken your word."

"Thank you." I offered a small smile as I looked into his brown eyes.

Henrique let out a little scream beside us with cause us to break contact.

Déjà-vus

We both start laughing as we looked at the baby was now completely covered in ice-cream.

When did that even happen?

I laugh and shake my head. This is the exact reason why babies can't be left alone for too long.

"He's gonna need a bath." Says Alexander as he looked at the baby.

"Yea and this island is going to need some bleach." I look down at the island which hand ice-cream all over.

"You take care of this. I'll go get him cleaned up and ready for bed.." I lifted my face and looked into Alexander's eyes. Did he just offer to do something?

"You don't have to look at me so shocked. I know a thing or two about babies and plus, I had him before you came." He lifts up Henrique off the messy island and places him in his arms.

"You'll be messy too." I noticed as some of Henrique's cookie rubbed against his shirt.

"It's okay. I needed a bath anyway." He turns to leave with Henrique but turn back at me. "Goodnight Kalliyah."

I smiled, "Goodnight, Alexander."