The Billionaire's Daughter

Her Needs

Riley's P.O.V

She stayed quiet on our way to the condo. After her outburst of 'help with my needs', she grabbed my hand and led me to the car and didn't say anything. I assumed she wanted to go home. It was silent again. Was there something bothering her?

"Hey, I think I'm going to cut my hair," ice breaker wasn't really my thing, it was Victoria's, but I was going to try. I didn't want to leave the sourness on for too long.

She looks at nowhere. Her mind was in oblivion as I tell her. I thought she didn't hear me but she did. She turned her head to me and kept staring. I know because I could feel her stare lingering on me. She grabs the ends of my hair, feeling its texture.

"What are you going to do with it?"

"I don't know. Vic and Dawn are going to do it themselves, said I needed a new look."

"Really? Can I come with?"

"You want to come with? You'd be bored waiting for us to finish."

I take a left turn and entered the parking space of the building. I parked the car and turned off the engine. I grab her bag and exited the car and opened the car door for her. She got out of the car and led the way to her unit. Her unit is in the top floor, and the WHOLE top floor.

"Yes, I want to come with. It's not like I have anything else better to do." I gulped. Her tone was serious. I know who's going to be happy when that day comes; Vic. That girl has been fangirling on Scarlett for as long as I can remember and I don't know why.

She says she's not though, but Dawn and I know that she idolises Scarlett. We wanted to know which aspect or part of Scarlett she idolises but every time we ask her that, she'd say she doesn't idolise Scarlett and sees Scarlett as someone who can sell.

"Okay then. I think Vic is going to be all over you."

"I'm used to it." even Scarlett knows how much Vic adores her and Vic is denying it all. What a crude.

We were finally ourselves again so I wanted to shoot my shot. I place down her bag on the sofa next to her.

"Why were you arguing with your dad, Scarlett?" she stops moving for a second before speaking, softly.

"I just told him that he can't control you more than he already does." my eyebrows furrowed as a reaction.

"Control? When did he control my life?"

I was silently screaming that that was exactly my life. Being told what to do always. What not to do. What to take part in. Where to exit. Yeah, everyday I do that, and here I am, still thinking that this was how I wanted to live my life. Can't blame her though, if she wanted to take pity on me.

"You know." her voice was cold. She stayed seated, her back facing me, which I am thankful for.

"Should I control my life back, then?"

"It's up to you."

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The next morning, I woke up feeling terrible. My head was a mess. Usually every morning, I feel refreshed and my mind at ease with the exception of my back hurting, but right now, it's the complete opposite. Scarlett didn't sleep here and my mind has been in shambles.

I groan, didn't want to get out of bed, but need to. I had to cook our brunch so we don't starve to death. I did just that and knocked on Scarlett's door.

"Scarlett, brunch is ready. Come eat," I hear a soft moan from the room before the door opened.

Scarlett was wearing her cute pink pajamas. Her hair was a bit tangled but still looked effortlessly good. She was still half-asleep. She rubs her eyes out of the sleepiness walked like a zombie to the table. I giggled at how adorable she looked.

We ate in silence as we were both still sleepy.

"We have homework in Math, can you do mine?" was this what she meant by 'needs'?

"You sure you don't want to study for it?"

"Later. I just feel tired. Tutor me," I nod.

"Alright. Finish your food so you can sleep some more." she hums and walked wiggly back to her room to sleep. She didn't bother closing the door.

I wash the dishes and grabbed her school bag from her room and brought out her math notebook. Her handwriting is still so cursive and elegant. I don't understand why she likes cursive so much when it's such a hassle and needs a lot of ink.

I did her homework, which was easy and sat on the sofa. I didn't realize I fell asleep when I found Scarlett poking my side. I open my eyes softly, feeling my back killing me again but with my mind at ease.

Why can't I just have both at the same time? Is it so wrong to feel refreshed with no lurking back pain?

I groaned before sitting up.

"What time is it?"

"It's five," my eyes went wide.

"I SLEPT THAT LONG?" she nods her head and takes a look at her notebook.

"You must've been so tired."

I facepalm myself, ashamed that I slept that long.

"Guess I was."

"Riley,"

"Hmmm?"

She was already wearing normal clothes and I think she freshened up. She had light makeup on, as usual.

"I need to practice once a day to know how to make out."

Okay, that came out of nowhere.

"Make out? As in kissing?"

"Have we not been doing that?"

"Right. Point taken. You're planning on confessing to your crush any tine soon?"

"Hmm, yeah, you could say that. I don't want to disappoint my crush."

Understandable, but weird since she's asking me to do it when she could clearly do that instantly with her crush. I bet her crush wouldn't turn her down. Scarlett is a once in a lifetime girlfriend. One would be lucky to have her. She might be cold to others but when it comes to her loved ones, she's as warm as hot chocolate.

"Was that what you meant by needs?"

"Yeah," such a short answer.

"No need to tell me, really. I knew it from the day you told your parents that you have someone in mind."

"You already thought about it?"

"Of course. There'd be no way that you were kissing me for fun. Well, of course, if you're making fun of me." she turns around and smiles at me.

Ah, her smile was dazzling and it looked alive; it made her look alive. I'm seeing the old Scarlett and I can't say that I dislike it. She was shining as she smiles, like her whole world was lit up when I told her that she was making fun of me.

"I was, at first, really." I roll my eyes at her sincere confession.

"Such a kind soul to tell the truth," I grunt in a playful manner.

"You were nice to mess with. But then I had a crush and saw you as a potential candidate for practice." I click my tongue at the top of my mouth three times whilst nodding, saying that I understand everything.

"One day, I'm going to find someone too. Just wait for it."

As soon as I find my own work and repay you and your family for everything and make a living so that my parents won't work again for anyone anymore.

"Don't. Not yet." she replied so fast that I think there wasn't even a second to spare.

"Huh? Of course not. I don't have time for such things. I'm a goal-oriented person." I take pride in what I just said. I rarely stray from the path that I've chosen and picked myself.

"But why not though?" I just had to ask since she opposed so fast.

"I need to have mine first before you." I giggled.

"Alright, alright."

"Can we practice now?" she stands up and sits on my groin.

How many times have I narrated how hot and sexy Scarlett was? She arches her back as she leans to me, pressing her front to mine. She was setting the mood at such a high pace. We were so comfortable before, now I'm all bothered because of how delicious she looked.

It was a shame that we didn't take off where we started the other day. I still remember her n*****s. Those pink, perky n*****s that I wanted to taste myself. Now I won't be able to see them again because I'm stuck to being her make out partner. There's no need for us to venture further along since it wasn't part the objective of why we're doing this in the first place.

"Why not?" it came out barely but she heard me.

She grabbed my chin and opened my mouth a bit before licking my lips. Her tongue was warm and slimy, which made it more hot. She slides her hair to one side and kissed me hungrily. It was so intense that it made my head spin. She was taking the lead and I was liking it.

Her lips were moist from my own saliva and her saliva tasted sweet. She pushes me so my back could hit the arm rest. Once my back did hit the arm rest, she intertwined our fingers.

"Is this necessary?" I ask her about the hands.

"Yes," she answers before devouring my lips again.

Her tongue entered my mouth uninvited but I like it. I suck on her tongue causing her to moan softly. My other hand found her waist and pulled her closer into me. We were getting sloppy and wet with our mouths but we didn't care. The kiss was so good that the both of us continued without stopping, only for air.

My hand entered under her shirt and caressed her smooth skin. I hear her moaning while I massage her skin. She tightened her grip on my hand and started grinding her crotch on mine. She was feeling good. She wanted more, I could tell.

"Wait," I gasp for air as I ask for a timeout.

"Hmm," she pants with me.

"To what extent are we willing to do?" she looks me in the eyes.

"You're asking that now?" she was annoyed, well, I am too since I don't know where to go from here.

"What if I cross a line or something?" she rolls her eyes.

She closes in on my ear and started whispering,

"There's no line, babe."

The inner demon inside me rampaged. She was seducing me. My s****l frustration finally taking some action. I take her lips in mine while both of my hands entered her shirt. Her flat stomach was nice to the feel of my palms. I caressed her flat stomach while we make out.

My hands turned to her waist, her curved waist and moved up after appreciating her curves. I found the lock on her bra and undid the lock. She opens her eyes and looks at me while I did what I do best. I stripped Scarlett off of her bra without her doing anything.

Her n*****s were hard and I could see them through the fabric. She looks at me again and lifts her own shirt. I'm seeing them again. These beautiful breasts. Some lucky bastard will get to see them too, but I should be proud that I'm the first one.

"Stop staring," she says, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"They're beautiful."

I take one in my mouth and almost cried at how soft and how nice it smelled. I feel like I was in the clouds. Soft and perky. She suppresses her moan as I suck on her hardened n****e. Her hands found my shoulders and gripped them in exchange for the moan.

I didn't want to leave out the other n****e and I take it in my mouth. This time, she couldn't stop her moan and let out a soft one.

She was pretty sensitive.

"Let's carry on tomorrow, Scarlett."

"We need to take it slowly," I added.

She looks at me and nodded, understanding, probably embarrassed with her moan. She looked red and in a daze as well.

"Tomorrow, again."