The Billionaire's Weakness

Chapter 3 - The New Girl

Chapter 3 - The New Girl

Franco’s POV

I feel asleep with the image of the new hottie in my head. Gianni has already warned me to be careful, but I always am. That girl strolled in my room like she owned the place, and I really enjoyed her deer caught in the headlights look when she realised the big mistake she made. But it looks like I have something new to play with, so I'm not mad at the intrusion at all.

I may have been groomed to take over my family's business empire ever since I started walking, but that doesn't take away from the fact that I am still a fully functioning young man that wants and needs to explore certain things. Despite what my parents seem to think, I am not made of glass and I am normal. Plus, have you seen a dead devil yet? I know I haven't, because what's the point of being alive if you can't get to enjoy life?

"Did you find out who she was?" I casually ask Gianni over breakfast. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"You were actually serious, Franco?" He chastises, referring to how I asked him to find out who the girl was right before I went to bed. He never approves of my extracurricular activities because it makes his job harder and definitely more stressful.

Even if I am doing very well in school, Gianni is under strict command from my parents to keep me from ever doing anything that may ruin the Toretti name or way or another. The sole reason I accepted boarding school was because I thought it would give me a little freedom from those overbearing wardens that my parents are, but instead I ended up with someone worse glued to my side: Gianni.

It took a while, but finally the beast that is Gianni agreed to let me have my fun, as long as I follow his stupid rules. Rules that aren't necessarily about my safety, as they are meant to prevent the Toretti family's biggest and most shameful secret to come to light, because being anything less than a perfect specimen of a human is seen as weakness by my family.

One more year, I remind myself. One more year and I'm out of here, and hopefully University will be different, and my parents will agree that I can lose the nanny, or swap him for a female version. Either is fine by me.

"Hey, have I ever gotten into trouble? No, I didn't because I'm not stupid, I know the deal, Gianni." I roll my eyes as I have a bite from a fresh croissant. The buttery taste of the pastry reminds me of the girl in question. She spoke in English, like we all have to in this school, that is a mix of many nationalities, yet her accent betrayed her origins. She is French, and she is beautiful also.

"She's a year younger than you are and just transferred here yesterday." I nod, having figured out that she's new from the whole room mix up, but wait for Gianni to tell me the rest. "Her name is Lucille Le Blanc, daughter of a wealthy businessman in France. Your family doesn't have them on the approved list, nor have they ever been in business together." Gianni adds, clearly bored of talking about teenagers.

He's in his mid thirties and almost combusting from being forced to essentially babysit me in this campus tucked away in the mountains. Granted, he doesn't accompany me to lectures, but he does have the unfortunate task of being my roommate. But that's his job, and it has been for a few years, mainly being in the same room as me during the night and making sure I make it alive for the next morning. And aside from the small fortune that my family pays him every month, I already know that Gianni enjoyed the physical company of most of the female faculty members, so he can't complain. There are worse jobs out there.

"Interesting." I grin at Gianni and watch him shake his head. He already knows I'm going to pursue this girl. I don't know why, but there was something the first time I saw her that made her memorable to me. Lucille. That's a beautiful name.

"Just be careful Franco." Gianni stresses again.

I finish my breakfast and make my way out of the room and to today's classes, hoping I'll get to see Lucille again.

"Hey Franco." A sultry voice greets me just as a small hand grabs my arm. I turn on the charm despite not enjoying the girl's touch.

"Good morning Cinthia." She giggles in response and glues herself even closer to, if that is even possible. I find myself walking to our class together. Unfortunately Cinthia is in most of my classes, us being the same age and senior in this school. We hooked up a few times and she became really possessive of me afterwards. I know I should stay away from her, but damn it she gives the best blow jobs in school and I just can't say no some stress relief after a long day of making sure I become the perfect heir to my family's empire.

I had to put up with Cinthia for a few hours since she was in all my classes today. That was exhausted in itself, because a few other girls I have had the pleasure of knowing intimately have tried to pry her off me and stake their claim. It's fun, but it's also not, which is why I am now waiting for my best friend to come out of his last lecture so he can scare the girls off me. I swear, not even Gianni has this repellent effect that Alaric has. He is eccentric, to put it lightly. Alaric can be a lot for anyone that doesn't know him really well, but to me, he is my best friend and the only other person in this hell hole that knows my secret and that is aware that my life is not as perfect nor easy as most people think.

I catch a glimpse of the bedazzled suit that Alaric like's to wear on Tuesdays and I smirk, knowing that any second now Cinthia is going to come up with a lame excuse to leave. I nod at whatever she is saying into my ear about the upcoming fall formal, which to me is pointless because this place is nearly covered in snow, making it look wintery almost all year.

Alaric rounds the corner and comes in my full view, making me shake my head in amusement at his crazy outfit. I suspect a trip to the headmaster is due because he keeps finding ways to stray off the uniform and the dress code, while still being true to the uniform and dress code, and today in no exception. But what is an exception is the fact that he is not alone, but indeed has someone with him. She is laughing with a melodious sound and looking so carefree, but I detent the hint of uneasiness that is buried deep inside her.