My Dear Godfather is a Governor (R18+)

Chapter 6:

RACHEL

I'm amused by my godfather's reaction. He's playing innocent. Damn, his lips taste amazing even if I just gave him a smack. Next time, I'm definitely going to give him a long kiss. I'll even bite his lip. I've only been here a few days, but my godfather is really stirring something inside me. The flirtatiousness I possess.

I quickly got dressed and went downstairs because I was planning to tease him a bit more. And I was right because he looked freshly showered again. He ignored me, so I heard his driver laugh.

When they left, I went back up to my room. I was thinking about what I would do today. I just smiled because something suddenly came to mind. So I applied some light makeup.

Wearing jeans and a fitted shirt, I smiled at myself in the mirror. I wasn't doing anything at his house, so I decided to visit him at the Capitol. I could make him coffee if he wanted. I could also give him a massage if he's tired.

“I'm just going to visit my godfather at the Capitol,” I told the housekeeper.

“Alright, dear. Take care,” she said to me with a smile.

I just took a taxi because I couldn't drive here. My godfather might get mad at me. When I arrived at the Capitol, I noticed people were looking at me. They probably thought I was really beautiful. They're right, I am beautiful because I take after my mom.

“Sir, where is the Governor's office?” I asked the guard at the entrance.

“On the 3rd floor, Ma'am. Do you have an appointment?” he asked me.

“No, I don't,” I replied.

“I'm sorry, but you need to make an appointment. You can't just walk in to see him,” he told me.

“Can you call him? Please tell him his godchild is here—”

“Miss Sexy,” my godfather's driver called out to me.

“Sir, I want to see my godfather,” I told him.

“Do you know her, boss?” the guard asked the driver.

“Yes, she's the Governor's godchild. So you should always let her in,” he told them.

“Noted, boss.”

“I'll accompany you upstairs, Miss Sexy,” he said to me.

“Sir, I can go by myself. You seem busy. I can manage as long as his office is on the 3rd floor,” I said to him with a smile.

“Alright, Miss Sexy,” he said to me with a smile.

I walked to the elevator. I had company, and they were all smiling at me. As I stepped out, I heard them whispering. They said I smelled good and looked beautiful. They thought I looked like my godfather's girlfriend. If I could date my godfather who's pretending to be all innocent, why not? He does look hot.

When I saw the door with his name, I was delighted. “OFFICE OF THE GOVERNOR, ADAM SEBASTIAN DELA VEGA.” I didn't bother knocking and just went straight in.

"What the fvck?!" I exclaimed in shock and quickly closed the door.

"What the h*ll, Rachel?!" he shouted at me.

How could I not be surprised? My godfather was standing there with a woman kneeling in front of him, performing oral s*x on him. Sh*t! It was thick and long... It looked appetizing. I was tempted to push the woman aside and take her place.

"Don't mind me, guys. Just continue," I said to them and sat on the sofa, as if what I saw didn't bother me.

"Leave," my godfather suddenly said.

"Me, Adam?" I asked him.

"Leave now," he repeated while adjusting his belt.

"Okay," I said and was about to stand up from the couch.

"Not you, Rachel," my godfather said.

"Maybe you're not done yet, godfather. You can finish," I told him.

I heard the door close, so I looked at my godfather, whose face was now completely red. His woman had already left. I think she was his secretary. And as I looked at him, he seemed angry with me. Maybe he hadn't finished yet, or he was close and got interrupted.

"Why are you here?" he asked me.

"I was bored at your house, so I came here," I answered him.

"Did I tell you to leave the house?" he asked me irritably.

"You didn't say I couldn't come here. This is the only place I went. Are you mad at me?" I asked him.

"What do you think?" he asked me.

"Sorry if I interrupted you, godfather. I didn't know there was something going on here. Are you feeling frustrated, godfather?" I asked him.

"Go home now. I'll arrange for someone to take you," he said to me, and walked to his table. He picked up his phone and was about to call someone.

"Godfather, don't you like me?" I asked him.

"There won't be any issues if you listen to me, Rachel," he replied to me.

"Is that so? Why are you so strict with me? My dad doesn't even impose such restrictions. Besides, I'm old enough, godfather," I told him.

"You're just twenty, Rachel," he said to me.

"I'm twenty, legal age. So what's the problem? I just want to meet my friend," I said to him, annoyed.

"Your dad is different, I'm different," he said to me.

"You are different because you're not my dad," I told him, and left his office.

It seems like my visit here was a waste. It's frustrating because he's so strict. Strict, yet he allows such things. He's lucky he's well-endowed. He's really annoying.

Should I go back and do it myself? Maybe then he'd be nicer to me. But maybe not. It's not good to do that when I'm annoyed. I might end up biting him out of frustration.

It turns out they have a garden here, so I walked over and sat on their bench. I smiled because the flowers are beautiful. It's clear they are well cared for.

I took out my phone. The garden is so beautiful that I started drawing using my phone. I was so focused that I didn't notice someone had sat beside me. When I looked to my side, I nearly had a heart attack. I even clutched my chest in surprise.

“Hi, Miss Pretty,” said a little girl smiling at me.

“Hi, you're so pretty yourself,” I said to her sweetly.

“Can I see your drawing?” she asked me with a smile.

“Of course,” I replied with a smile and handed her my phone.

“Wow! It's beautiful,” she said to me with a smile.

“As beautiful as you,” I said to her.

“Are you an artist, ma'am?” she asked me.

“I love photography, and sometimes painting is my stress reliever,” I replied to her.

“I want to be like you, ma'am. I also want to draw,” she said to me with a smile.

“I can teach you if you want,” I said to her.

“Really, thank you. I'll just ask my daddy for permission,” she said to me.

“Does your daddy work here?” I asked her.

“Yes, my daddy is a—”

“Reighn!” I turned because of a familiar voice.

“Daddy..!” the child stood up and quickly ran to him.