This must be the aforementioned Lila, and unsurprisingly, she is decked out in just as much expensive couture as her father.
She's small, though, and from the back of her, I can see that she's thin with soft blonde hair that is perfectly styled. There's not a single strand out of place.
I can't see anything else about her, how she might look exactly like her father, how she's probably sneering at him with that patented I'm-way-too-good-for-this look.
Honestly, I don't want to be dealing with this kind of shit. I have better things to be doing than tending to a princess who isn't going to listen to orders.
"Lila, you can't come busting in here like this. That is entirely inappropriate. I'm in a business meeting." Lila scoffs in response, but her father just keeps on talking. "This threat from Cilento is very real, and you know that yourself. I am taking the necessary steps to ensure your safety, and youwilllisten to me. I've had enough of this rebellious attitude."
Standing back from all this, I watch the two of them sneer and fight with each other. I can tell by the way they're both behaving, their body language, that they're both furious.
Neither one of them looks like they'll back down any time soon, too.
There's also a tone in Reginald's voice that tips me off. He's clearly a my-way-or-the-highway type of asshole, and I can guess that he runs the tightest ship around.
From what I understand, details from the file that Boss gave me before I arrived, Lila is twenty-four, and she has been groomed to be a member of her successful family her entire life.
As far as I can tell, every move she's made has probably been planned out by her family. She's never had to work hard. They've given her everything she would ever need to succeed in life, and she lives in this incredible mansion without rent, without paying for groceries.
Hell, she might have someone to wipe her ass for her.
"Father, this isn't me being rebellious. It's not like I'm trying to start a rock band or something. You don't let me have controlover my own life. I have beenbeggingyou for weeks to allow me to at least have a say in what is going on. You do everything without speaking to me. I'm an individual, a person. I am not just some pawn to be moved around the board by you."
It doesn't surprise me that the two of them have a relationship like this based on everything I'm seeing. Still, I'll admit that there is curiosity piqued when I hear Lila say that she is desperate to make her own decision.
I don't think she has any idea how lucky she is, how good she has it. Many of us would love to have someone take care of all these "little" things for us, so that we could just focus on being happy instead of just surviving.
The situation is really different when all your bills aren't being paid for you.
"Absolutely not. You know the rules. This is my house, and you will do as I say. I know what's best for you. You have no idea how serious this situation is, and you refuse to listen to me when I try to explain it to you. You will go where I say anddowhat I say until I deem otherwise. This man will be monitoring you to ensure that you do not leave the grounds and that you are under the safe care of me and the staff. Are we clear?"
"Ugh!" Lila throws her hands up, spinning around to storm out of the room.
As she's passing me, I roll my eyes down from staring at the ceiling, and everything stops.
Holy shit.
If it weren't for the exchange I just heard, I'd be certain I was looking at an actual angel.
Lila is small and thin, yes, but she's also stunning. Her soft, blonde waves are delicate and frame her face. A face that's covered in pale, creamy flesh, dotted with faint freckles.
Her eyes are blue-gray, like a storm, and they are so full of frustration and fury that I almost miss the desperation and sorrow deep beneath the surface.
Almost.
As it is, though, I don't miss a thing about the way she looks or the pain she's carrying, clawing to break free.
Her expensive clothes and perfect makeup don't hide the way she's struggling. And neither does her perfect button nose and sweet mouth that silently begs to be kissed.
To be fucked.
Jesus, Marcus. What the hell is wrong with you? She's over a decade younger than you, for fuck's sake.
Just then, her stare meets mine, and Lila glares hard. Her jaw is tense, and the anger she's wielding flares hotter.
"You're just as bad as he is," she mutters under her breath. "Worse because you're completely okay getting paid to be a glorified babysitter."
Lila storms off, and my blood is boiling. I can't tell if I'd rather spank her ass until she can't sit or kiss her until she can't breathe.
