The Billionaire's Daughter

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Riley's P.O.V

I'm so f*****g bored! What am I going to do? We're back in Scarlett's condo and I don't have anything to do. I mean, I could always study but I think I've had enough yesterday. I'm too bored and too lazy, like what the f**k. Should I sleep? My back is killing me, but that's because of me. 

I toss around, trying to get a perfect situation where I can feel sleepy. It was a good thing that Scarlett wasn't here. Recently, Scarlett has been touchy with me and seems to always want to kiss me. Does she need me to find her a boyfriend? I should ask her. Oh, wait, I don't think she'll answer me directly, that's just her. 

I toss again and still didn't find that perfect spot. I groan out of frustration. I got outside of my room and found Scarlett on the living room sofa, scrolling through her phone while chewing a gum. She was wearing extremely short and tight shorts. She wasn't wearing any bra and her n*****s were perky. I quickly look away, feeling my sanity leaving my mind with what I saw. 

I gulp and went directly to the sink, chugging a glass of water. I put the glass down and turn around. 

"Dad wants us to visit them today." I jumped from the sound of her voice. She's been surprising me lately. My head crookedly turn to her. A sweat formed on the side of my forehead. 

Just keeping my eyes at the appropriate places is difficult. I have to appear as a not so horny teenager. This is for my closeted ass to not get in trouble. 

"I, why?" 

Fuck. I stuttered. How am I going to save my face if I keep embarrassing myself? I don't care anymore. For all I care, I can just dig up my own grave if this keeps up. I want to smack myself so hard, and maybe put on a blindfold. 

"He got a call from school that we were sent home early," 

This may sound ironic but even though Scarlett is a cold cold girl, she's surprisingly a family kind of woman. She treasures her parents dearly and I could tell from her eyes that she's genuinely happy when her parents are close to her. She looks warm and approachable if her parents are present. 

You could say that she undergoes a certain transformation. 

"Oh, sure, okay. What time are we going?" 

Scarlett's condo isn't far from her home. She told her parents that she wants to feel freedom and independent that's why she wanted to live a few blocks away from them. Not really a few blocks, but it's an eight minute car ride to where we are right now. 

"Before dinner." 

"Okay," 

Okay, so I have about four more hours to get my s**t together. I need to appear calm and collected. I'm going to serve the Bautista's as soon as we enter the Bautista premises. I won't be known as Scarlett's childhood friend once we arrive so I better get my s**t together and serve them well. 

"I'm going back to my room. Text me if you need anything," I didn't bother waiting for her reply. I basically ran up to my room and had a cold shower. 

Her n*****s were erect and I could tell that they were hard. Her short tight shorts, I could make out her lips. Was she even wearing underwear? I shake my head aggressively, spraying the cold water onto the wall of my shower room. I sighed. 

"Ugh, this is so frustrating." 

This is because Scarlett has been making out with me and keeps on leading me on. What does she want with me? I know she's toying with me but why is she toying with me? I can't ask her this, even if I wanted to. That would end my entire sponsorship. That would mean that I'm being nosy and that I should shut up and I don't deserve such kindness from her parents. 

My closeted gay ass always celebrates whenever Scarlett kisses me. Come on! Even if someone was straight and gets a kiss from her, they'd turn for her. She's that gorgeous and her cold demeanor only makes her more want-able, if that's even a word. 

She's straight out of an adult manhwa. 

I got out of the shower and changed into clothes that are comfortable and when I say comfortable, I say clothes that shows zero to no skin. With these baggy clothes, my already non-existent breasts will disappear even more. Yes, just what I wanted. Great. 

I got out of my room and sat on the opposite side of the sofa. Scarlett was full on watching the show while I sat uncomfortably. I was subtly shifting on my seat. I couldn't think straight. Why did I even come out here? Did I so badly want to gaze upon her banging body? Were her kisses not enough for me? If she wanted to play me, she could've played me through and through, right? 

What the hell am I even thinking. No, I have to shut this down. But my eyes keep on stealing glances. 

"Why do you keep looking at me," she didn't even bother raising her voice to make it sound like a question. She was so nonchalant about it that it makes me feel scared. 

"I, I don't know." I answered without honestly. 

It's because you're such a babe and I can't believe I'm materializing you like this when you're my precious friend. I gathered all of my cowardly courage and look away. I can't believe it brought pain when I looked away. My eyes are so thirsty. 

"Do you plan on r****g me?" 

"WHAT? No!" I was answering too quickly that I make it look like I'm saying the opposite of what I'm saying. I clear my throat and tries again, "No, Scarlett. I have no such intentions." 

She spares me a glance and turns her body towards me. Her big breasts were now directed in front of me and her legs were in plain view. I sweat I could make out her lips through the tight fabric of her shorts. I couldn't keep my eyes on hers as it travels down from her navel to her breasts. 

"Why do you keep looking at me then?" her expression was cool, nothing out of the ordinary. 

"I'm quite, uh, nervous to meet your parents again? I mean, it's been three months." I just hope that she'll buy this stupid excuse of mine. 

I was supposed to be a top student yet why do I suck at lying. She knows when I'm lying. She always has a way of finding out. She's called me out multiple times which is kind of funny because I should be getting better since I could learn from my past mistakes, but still, here I am, suck at lying. 

"I was pretty sure you were thirsty," 

"Psshh, whaaat, nooo, why would I be thirsty?" 

I scoot a bit away from her and stared directly at the television. Crap. Was I staring too intently? Is she weirded out? Does she not want to be with me anymore? Will she tell her parents? My sponsors, no!

I hear her moving and then suddenly, she sits on top of me. I was a bit happy that she made a move again, which is weird. She's drawing me closer to her using her own body and she knows how much she's controlling me and to what extent I am willing to do just for this babe. 

"You can do anything you want with me, anytime," she says in such a sultry voice that I think my panties got wet, 

This girl was so hot that my body went instantly hot the moment she got on top of me. She grabs my hand and guides it to her flat stomach. I could feel the firmness of her stomach. 

"I, I can?" she makes her forehead touch with mine while I get lost in her pretty cyan eyes. It was like I was seeing another vast scene that I can't swim out of. It was too deep for me to recollect myself. The shards of her beautiful eyes struck me into pieces. 

"This is us," it didn't quite make any sense but I was too hungry-driven to try and dig out its meaning. 

She captured my lips and take it in between hers. She locks her arms around my neck and starts grinding on my crotch, She was moving with so much intensity that I got horny fast. Our lips were getting sloppy wet from kissing with tongues. 

Of course, I didn't want to seem like a stupid woman so I use my other hand to enter under her shirt. Her smooth skin was felt by my palm. I've never seen her naked before, so this is new. 

I slowly move my hands up to her breasts and once I got to the base of her breasts, I poke it with my fingers, It was surprisingly soft. My other hand went on her thigh and carefully massaged them. She bites my lip aggressively and breaks out kiss. 

"Do you want me?" it was the sexiest voice I have ever heard. Like a singer and a morning voice combined. It sent me shivers by how good it sounded and I wanted to hear more. 

"Yeah," I was too enchanted to feel embarrassed or to stutter. 

I was living in this moment, free and am about to get laid. I haven't had s*x in about a year so that's it. All my pent up s****l frustrations accumulated and this is me trying my hardest to keep it under control. 

"Slowly," she whispers in my ear. Yet another mystery. 

My hand was ready to pinch her n*****s when she suddenly stood up and removed her shirt herself. I couldn't believe my eyes. Her n*****s were pink and, like what I saw earlier, erect. She smirks, feeling a little devilish. She sits on top of me again and this time, sat upright, chest out. 

There were supple breasts in front of me, in all its glory. I had to try this; I bury my face in between her melons and felt bliss by how soft they were. I'm basically flat so I don't know how this feels. She smells divine, so divine, in fact, that I licked the part where her breasts were apart. 

She shivers at my lick and breaths out a silent moan. Her slender hands gripped on both of my shoulders as I lick the part again. I haven't even touched her breasts yet and she's already this sensitive. Could it be? She wanted this to happen for a very long time and now that it's finally happening, she's losing all control?

"Were you waiting for this?" she drew her head back and looked me in the eyes. 

"If I were to answer, would it change something?" 

"Guess not." 

I smile, feeling happy that I get to finally taste those sweet breasts but then her phone rang, making me put on a scowl immediately. She hesitated to grab her phone but did so in the end while still siting on top of me. 

"Hello. Yes, ah, I see. We'll be on our way. We'll be safe, Dad."

Okay, I think that was a sign that we can't continue what we were doing. I feel so outed, if that's even legit or something. She looks at me with her picturesque profile. It makes me so insecure, like damn it. 

"We should leave." she says softly. 

"Okay, but can you get off me first?" she didn't even hesitate and got off of me. Was she not as troubled as I am? Right, I keep forgetting that this is just a game for her. 

I should treat this the same way. I shouldn't pour my heart out there when all she cares about is games and being playful. She grabbed her shirt from the floor and went to her room, locking the door. I sighed and did the same. I changed into clothes that are right for the occasion, which is that of a worker. 

The both of us were silent as we let the elevator bring us to the lobby of the building. Once we were out, we went to her car and I opened the car door for her. She doesn't have a license, I don't know why. Her parents were the one that told me to drive her wherever she likes and not to let her do anything tedious. I think they're just being overprotective. 

I drive us both to their modern mansion. The house consists of glass, even its own theater room, a gaming room, outside and indoor pool, a large backyard and a fountain in front of the house after you enter the automated gates. There were over thirty or more maids to keep the house clean and to cook for the family. 

Since mother was pregnant the same time Scarlett's mother was pregnant, they talked about how we should be best friends. Ironically, it did happen. From then on, Scarlett's parents paid for my own cooking training, driving lessons and the required fees to acquire the said license, told everyone from the entire mansion to teach me from cleaning and repairing the sink to emergency situations. 

They made me study a lot when I was kid but it wasn't such a bad thing. I was actually happy. Because of them, I realized that I like studying. I should thank them for that. One thing that I realize too is that when Scarlett doesn't like something, they don't force her. 

Like when they have guests over. Other parents would force their children to meet the guests, especially the rich ones, but Scarlett tends to herself all the time and I don't see them forcing her out of her cocoon. Weird, right? 

I drive through the gates of the mansion and parked the car in front of two doors. I open the car door for Scarlett and the two of us enter the house. 

"Good afternoon, Young Miss," 

"Good afternoon, Young Miss,"

"Good day, Young Miss," 

The maids greet her while she gives them their cold shoulders. The maids that were the same age as me, the recently recruited ones, winked at me, wiggling their eyebrows as well. I shake my head and followed Scarlett to the backyard, where a lovely tea meeting was occurring. Her parents were engaging in light conversation as we near them. 

"Darling, you're here." Scarlett's mother hugs Scarlett and kisses Scarlett's forehead. 

"Baby, how was your trip?" 

I stand firm behind Scarlett. 

"Thank you for driving safe," Scarlett's mother says to me with a bright smile on her face. 

This is the saddening part, they can't have another child. I don't know the entire circumstance but I overheard from my parents that they can't have another child and they also said that it was ONE of the reasons why they can't give Scarlett a younger sibling. Was there more reason? 

"Always, Madame." I give her a forced smile. 

The three of them talk while I stand behind Scarlett. I was to act as her bodyguard if there was nothing that they wanted me to do. This was normal to me. 

I wonder what they will think if I tell them that I've kissed their daughter multiple times. 

"Any boyfriends, darling?" 

"Honey, it's too early," 

"Oh, shush, she only lives once." 

Her parents talk about her love life while I stand here guilty. 

"I have someone in mind," she stated so nonchalantly that her parents stopped talking and stared at her, not believing what their daughter said. 

Scarlett sipped on her tea casually, as if she hasn't revealed something so big to her parents. My eyes went wide at her statement. Was she kissing me because she wanted to practice? What the actual f**k? She should've just told me so. There wouldn't be anything that I can't help her with. We're basically tied for life like this. 

"R-really?" her father was astounded with the news. 

"Oh, dear, who is it? Is it someone we can bribe?" Scarlett gave her mother a 'really' look, staring dead into her mother's eyes. 

They weren't your typical family. 

"Mom," 

"Sorry, I just can't believe that you're finally liking someone!" Madame shed tears of happiness. 

ARE THEY REALLY THAT HAPPY TO KNOW THAT SCARLETT LIKES SOMEONE? Did they think that Scarlett was going to get old alone? I mean, yeah, that's possible knowing the modern age, but still. 

"Honey, you're crying," Scarlett's father tried to wipe away his wife's tear. 

This isn't awkward, if you all are asking. I've heard so many personal matters from them. They basically think of us like we're family. I'd like to think of that as well, rather than engraving to my soul that they think we're nothing but animals, it was okay to share their deepest secrets to us since we can't share those to others. 

"I just can't believe that our baby is growing up so fast." Scarlett continued on sipping on her tea, not paying her parents any mind. 

Normally, I'd blush and whatnot, feeling embarrassed. 

"So, who is he?" her father asks, eager to know who it is. I, too, am eager to know. 

"It's a secret." she says.