The Billionaire’s Spoiled Heiress

Chapter 3

Heath Villamor’s POV

I wake up early in the morning, while Caprice wakes up almost at noon.

She has a room that she makes sure is locked, but she's more often just outside changing clothes. I don't know if she's provoking me so she can get me fired too, like Joe said he was fired because of Caprice. But when I talked to Mr. Montemayor, he said that I should just take care of his daughter and watch over her as much as possible. I also told him about the situation that his daughter and I are in the same place, but he didn't seem to care.

Mr. Montemayor is the second richest man in the country. They own various businesses—it seems like they've entered everything. He is the owner of Montemayor Development Corporation and supplies the most equipped steel fabrication in domestic and international markets.

That's where my father met him before. When they met, he had just graduated, and my father was working as a construction worker.

Mr. Montemayor's story is that my father was a hardworking and reliable person, and they became friends.

At first, he was at the site as a foreman, which was her father's first assignment for him. Until my father moved to Pagadian City and focused more on the rice fields, they lost contact. But when my father was in the hospital, he went and paid the expenses, and even though I finished college, he took me as his daughter's bodyguard. I didn't object because he lent us a large amount of money to redeem our mortgaged land. So my family is very grateful to him.

His daughter is a spoiled brat, that was his first reminder to me, so he wants me to be patient with his daughter. But his daughter is even more than I expected. I thought I would meet someone with tantrums and who is too bossy, but Caprice is not like that, she's just like a buddy.

What I didn't expect from her was her way of speaking and living, but I shouldn't interfere with that. I want to remind her like Lola and Mama often do to the women in the family, but why would I interfere with her? I think she can handle herself. The reminders I grew up with may be different from hers.

When she asked me what my type of woman is, it's true that I will accept anything. But I still have expectations, that when I come home, she's just at home, her posture and speech are polite and respected. If there is a close description, maybe it's the Maria Clara look of the woman I expect to like to be my wife.

But when I met Caprice, I didn't lose respect and reverence for her. In fact, I admire her for being confident and capable of carrying herself. I even had a realization that a man cannot force everything he wants on a woman because they have their own decisions. Maybe I just grew up in a conservative family.

"Wow, artists are really amazing, aren't they?"

She's watching T.V. and watching the talk show where her ex and new leading lady are.

"Imagine that, he's been my boyfriend for five months, but he's been without a relationship for one year? Is he just being an i***t?" She's still laughing. I really don't see that she's hurt except for looking irritable.

"He's not a loss to me, I just can't help but laugh at that fool and the many lies he's saying."

"He's not the only one like that."

She looked at me.

"Yeah, there are other artists like that. He broke up with me because people were noticing us and his project is big now and shouldn't be missed. But he'll come back when it's okay? i***t, right?

As if I'll still come back to him," she laughed after that.

"There are so many men, we just lasted because he's good in bed, but he's a worthless boyfriend."

"Is that normal in a relationship?"

She stared at me, "What?"

"When they break up, will they reveal the private things that should only be between them?"

I stopped. I couldn't help but ask.

"Ah," she also lost what to say.

"Sorry, miss. I just lost my mind."

"It's okay," she was calm, "But you're right, aren't you? Because I'm really like this when I break up with my boyfriend, I tell others the private things that should only be between us. But I don't think that's bad because I'm angry."

I smiled at her, "If you loved each other, maybe it's better to keep some things private, miss."

She smiled, she wasn't offended.

"Well, yeah. I can't even say that we loved each other, but we enjoyed and were happy with each other."

"You really haven't had a relationship yet, have you?" she asked.

I just nodded in agreement.

She smiled even more, "So, you really are a virgin?"

I didn't answer.

She frowned, "Sometimes my jokes are direct because you're a man. I'm like this with other men. But when you suddenly become silent like that, I think it's rude to ask a woman what I asked you, so it's also rude to other men like you."

I smiled. I don't know, I feel like she's learning from silence.

It's true that what she's saying is not something she should say, but there are also many men who prefer a woman who goes along with all the jokes and is not sensitive. I'm not a sensitive man, but she should still learn that not all men are like what she thinks.

"Just accompany me to the parlor."

"Hmm, who should I call now?"

She's referring to the list of men she meets at the bar.

She decided tonight that she'll just stay in her unit and not party, so this is also a rest for me.

"Don't you have anything to say?" she asked when she had said so much.

"Do you need me to, miss?"

She laughed and shook her head, "You're impossible."

"Are you not worried about me?" she said, again trying to seduce me with her gaze. No man is not affected by her. It's just that my mind is normal enough to entertain this kind of joke from a woman.

"I'm just thinking that what you're doing might have consequences, especially since you don't seem serious about the people you meet, miss."

She stared at me intently.

"It's a safe s*x."

I just nodded.

"You know what, you're really getting more handsome as time goes by."

I ignored her.

"Hey, you're such a killjoy."

"Are you getting drunk on wine, miss?"

She laughed, "I get drunk looking at you." She laughed but immediately frowned, "You didn't even laugh, at least?"

"Ha-ha-ha," I said sarcastically.

She rolled her eyes again, and that's where I smiled.

"Rest now—"

"No. I'll finish this and that one alcohol in the ref—well, it'll be easier if you join me."

"I still need to watch over you, I can't get sleepy." I've also drunk in the province.

"Wow, that's so nice to hear." She said.

I didn't say anything.

"Get the beer from the ref, just two. For the two of us, and I'll sleep, I promise. Unless, you're thinking that I'll do something bad to you? With my beauty and small body compared to your rock-hard body and big size?"

"You've already said a lot."

She laughed. I just followed her so it would be over. I'm also running out of energy talking to that woman.

I poured the beer into two mugs and put it down in front of her.

"Oh, there's ice too!" she smiled brightly.

"You're smiling brightly."

"Of course, my bodyguard is handsome. Won't I be happy with that?"

I just got an ice cube and put it in an ice bucket before going back to her. Her smile is different, even the way she taps the seat next to her. She smells good, she put on a new perfume because it still has a strong scent.

I only took two gulps of the beer because I didn't want to stay in my seat for long.

"Wow, so easy?" she asked laughingly.

"Yes, I'm going out first "

"Nope, seat there. Wait for me to finish."

I didn't object when she sped up. She's saving the beer, so it's taking her a long time. She's also just talking just about anything? She even tells stories about the people she met while shopping, grocery shopping, and at concerts. I have no interest in that, but because her voice is beautiful and not annoying, I'm getting used to her.

But why does it seem like as the minutes pass, she's getting blurrier and blurrier. Am I sleepy? But it's been twenty minutes since I drank. I massaged my forehead.

"Is there a problem?" She whispered in my ear.

I was surprised by the warmth of her breath in my ear, so I pushed her because of the strange heat I felt.

"I didn't mean to," I worriedly held the arm I pushed. Compared to my body, my little tap could hurt her.

"It hurts," she said, looking hurt.

I got even more worried, so I took it to look at it more closely. But I was surprised when she put it on my thigh. The arousal I'm feeling from the smell and proximity of our bodies is different.

"I'm sorry, miss..." I was about to stand up, but it seemed like my legs had no strength. What happened to me?!

"Is there a problem?" she held my face and turned it to her. I swallowed when our lips almost touched.

"It's okay, no one will know." She smiled before kissing me on the lips.

I'm not good at kissing except for the few shows I've watched in action movies. I still have control over myself even though I know that the softness of her lips, fragrant smell, and even her body are too mind-blowing. But I also ran out of control when she sat facing me.