Riley’s P.O.V
“So, when?”
My head was on Scarlett’s soft lap, resting it there while she plays with my hair, twirling it around her fingers. My head was being massaged as she does that. The feeling was nice. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying this moment.
We were inside the condo, chilling since there was no class - or more like, she convinced me to skip today. I don’t know why she wanted to skip, but I did as she suggested. It’s not like I’m tolerating this kind of behavior, all I’m saying is she’s my employers’ daughter first before she is my person of interest.
“When what?”
I already notified our friends, so it was up to them if they would tell our fake excuse to our teachers, either way, the teachers wouldn’t even care. Since when did they care? Scarlett can easily get them fired,
