The Tycoon's Daughter

Matrix's P.O.V

"Oh? You're not from here?" the man in front of me resonated with such a strong aura that I felt uncomfortable. You can really see that he holds power. You can see that he screams money, and a lot of it. 

I have just finished high school and am in need of money to pursue my college life. This was me going to save up for college. We were too poor to actually afford a good school. This is me pushing my luck with compromises. But I guess this is me being too confident that I was going to get hired after being rejected by multiple companies already.

The building was majestic, inside and out. Polished to the point of perfection and not a single speck of dust to be seen. The marble-y walls and the tall window glass made me think that he had a lot of money to spare. When I saw the job hiring, I thought it was for his company, but when I went inside and inquired, it was for his eldest daughter. 

I was going to say 'no' and walk away when I noticed how big of a company this was. I didn't leave and just stayed, willing to hear more, when I found myself already in front of the man that made it to news headlines. What happened made me wonder how I was already in front of him. 

"Uhm, no, sir. I come from another country." he reads through the thin paper where all of my information was present. He wasn't smiling, nor frowning. 

He kept a straight face, unlike all the other companies that I had interviews with after waiting for many days. He closed my portfolio so suddenly that I flinched. He leaned on his chair, slapping me with his confidence. I gulped, but silently, not wanting to make him think that I couldn't handle pressure. 

"What are you?" 

It was such a vague question, but somehow I understood what he meant. He referred to my short hair, style, and my muscular build. He was asking for the sake of clarification, and not for degrading me. I know. 

"I am a lesbian, sir." he leaned into his chair, resting his elbows there and covering his mouth. His brown eyes searched my face. 

"You can do whatever job I throw at you?" 

"It depends on how much you'll pay me, sir." he smirked. 

"I like what you're thinking. Fair. You're hired." 

And just like that, I found myself inside his mansion. It was as if I blinked through the car ride and through so many security guards. Inside his mansion was practical gold. I had to keep my mouth clenched for it to not fall to the floor. There was an actual chandelier inside his mansion. A long staircase in front, like what you'd see in the movies. 

I couldn't help but look around as we walked. There were maids around, cleaning and there were butlers with trays on their hands with juices and snacks. 

"We're here," he said. His gruff voice echoed through the ever so wide hallway. There were many rooms in his mansion but he stopped in front of one with a sign 'Ai'. 

Doesn't that translate to 'love' in Japanese? I thought to myself. 

"She already knows that you're here. Get acquainted with each other." Ai's father walked away and left me in front of her room. 

I gulped before knocking. After three knocks, she opened the door and she was wearing such revealing clothes. I had to look elsewhere and keep silent. She was taller than me by two inches. She had shoulder-length hair and brown eyes. Her short shorts hugged her thighs so tightly that I could almost look at her slit. 

She had cute lips and she was stunning. 

"Matrix?" her voice was hot. It was girly but not too much and a bit husky. It was as if she woke up, like, five minutes ago. Her hair looked fluffy and full, a bit curly. I prefer long-haired women, but damn, she just grabbed my attention- wait, no. 

Fuck. Get it together. She's your boss' daughter. I wanted to bang my head through the door and make a hole for thinking sensual things about my boss' daughter. She was the eldest and she was obviously straight. I guess, I can't tell. 

She smiled at me but I couldn't look at her straight because she was wearing such revealing clothes. I didn't want to make it awkward, but I think that's what I'm doing right now. I grinned my teeth before smiling back at her. 

"Hello, Miss Aimee Ruv Lim." she knitted her eyebrows at me. 

"Why?" 

"The full name?" 

"No? The 'miss'," 

"Oh, well, since you're my boss' daughter and you're-" she raised an eyebrow at me with a lop-sided smile. 

"You do realize that we're going to the same school, right?" 

I didn't seem to hear what she just said. I couldn't process it. I did not know about this. She leaned on the door frame and crossed her arms in front of her chest. I had to avert my eyes again. 

"What did my Daddy tell you?" 

"He, uh, just told me that I was going to stay in the same hou- mansion as you." she rolled her eyes and walked away, but she stopped. 

"Follow me." she said before walking away again. 

I followed behind her and watched as her ass jiggled as she walked. I tried to peel my eyes off of her ass, but they kept on going there. We walked through many many doors before stopping in front of what seemed like an office. She knocked on the door and busted in. I followed behind her like a lost puppy. There, her father was, sitting and signing some papers, but as soon as he heard the door open, he stopped working and looked up. 

"Aimee," 

"Daddy, why didn't you tell her everything?" 

"What? I asked her if she was willing to do any kind of job." Aimee shook her head. 

"Please tell her."

I was so lost. I wasn't following. I just stood there, awkwardly listening to their conversation. 

"Matrix, you're going to the same university as her. You're going to live under the same roof and you're going to be her bodyguard." 

"The same uni- sir, I can't afford-"

"Who said you were going to pay for it?" I was too stunned to speak. 

"Sir, I-" 

"The day you start working here, the day you'll be free of financial crisis. And I want you to start today." I couldn't stop from tearing up. 

This felt like heaven had just supported everything that I've done in my life. I didn't even intend to apply for this job offer, but I guess this was sent from heaven. I could never thank God enough for this opportunity, but at the same time, it's quite scary. Aimee's father was a tycoon, a fucking rich dad. Should I expect gun fights? Fuck, I've never done that before. Abductions? Kidnapping? I don't want that. My life is quite peaceful, if I say so myself, minus all the hustling. 

"Sir, I can't possibly-" 

"I don't want no one else. I trust that you're going to perform well and not let me down." it was pressuring, but I couldn't pass this up. 

I was determined. 

"Yes, sir." he smiled. 

"Alright, you take the room beside Aimee's and a car will be provided." 

"A car, sir?" 

"You're going to be Aimee's personal driver as well." I clicked my tongue. 

"Understood, sir." 

We were going back to Aimee's room and she was in front of me again. I wasn't looking at her ass this time. I was too occupied with the pay and all the other benefits that I was going to get just from being with Mr. Lim's daughter. 

"I guess he must really like you," she said, breaking the silence. 

"What do you mean, Miss Ruv?" she stopped walking and turned toward me. I stopped walking and looked at her in the eyes. 

"Ruv? Miss? What's with that?" 

"Uhm, it's just-" 

"Just call me whatever you like, without the 'miss' if you must. It feels weird." she said before turning around. I cleared my throat. 

I was a year older than her, but since I stopped for a year to search for work, I was a year behind my peers. I'm going to be a freshman at a new school, in a new country, and I'm going to be living with a different family. Since my parents aren't here, I lived alone. The contract stated for a year, so I guess I'm going to be living here for a year. Next to Aimee Ruv Lim. 

"Ruv, is, is that okay?" I stuttered, shy that I was talking to a girl. She was a rich girl as well. 

Her standards must be pretty high. A pretty boy with a pretty car, customized to the point of awe. Spoiled. But she didn't seem to have that spoiled vibe. She was friendly, but not too friendly. I could tell she had a personal bubble. One that she highly regards as her safe zone. I could tell that she was afraid to step out of there, which was understandable. 

"Sure, go ahead." she said without looking back. 

We walked in silence. Each step is a bit more awkward than the first. Our footsteps were the only things that could be heard. She had a slim waist and plump thighs, even more so her ass. Her skin was flawless. You could really tell that she has luxury when it comes to her skin care. She was shining even without all the glamour. 

"The keys are in your room," she said, and stopped in front of her own room. 

"Uhm, what do I exactly need to bring?" I didn't want to be that 'unprepared worker'. 

I want to impress the Lims. Now that I was given this opportunity, I don't want to waste it. I don't want them regretting hiring me that fast. 

"Honestly, just your personal things." 

Talking to Ruv made me think that I was talking to her with a sexual thought in mind. If I hadn't met her in person, and we were talking on the phone, I would've thought that she was horny for me. 

"Personal things," I trailed off. 

"What's wrong?" 

"I don't have any personal things." 

"Oh? Where are you from?" 

"From the Philippines." 

Both of her brows were raised as a form of reaction. She looked me up and down, circling me before saying something. 

"Your English is good," she pointed out. 

"I'm, uh, half? I guess that played a big role?" she didn't seem convinced. 

"Oh, really, huh?" I nodded my head. 

"Aren't you half as well?" her adorable lips smirked. 

"I grew up here, but yes, I am half." 

I hummed. A small conversation with this woman was working out, and surprisingly enough, it wasn't boring. She was interesting enough to not make me yawn. 

"Right." 

"What course are you going to take? Oh, wait, since you just found out, I think Daddy's already picked a course for you." 

"That's alright with me." 

She scoffed. 

"You are aware that my school is just all about medicine, right?" I tilted my head to the side, confused as to what was wrong with that. 

"Uh-huh?" she blinked two times while staring at me. 

"Yo, you're not going to complain? Someone picking out your course for you?" 

"Shouldn't I be grateful that I'm being sponsored a tuition-free college?" 

She leaned on her door with a pose that wanted me to corner her and make out with her. Her lips were pink and she was looking really tasty. 

"I guess that's another way to see it as well." 

She wouldn't understand. Money was always a problem for me, for my family. I have no right to complain. 

"Do you not like your school?" 

"Not really?" 

"A question?" 

"I don't know yet, but I've heard that it's the best school in the city when it comes to medical courses." I nodded my head, taking in the information. 

"I see." 

She was still confused as to why I was so chill. 

"Are you sure you want to take this job?" 

"Is there any reason as to why I shouldn't?" 

Our fast-paced conversation was giving me goosebumps. I've never talked to someone like this before. Clean and through. There was no disgusting facade. I liked it. I liked her presence and the way she spoke. I could tell that she was different. A good kind of different. It makes me wonder what happened to her. 

"For starters, my Daddy is going to be your boss and you don't want that to happen." 

"Why not?" 

"Because he's bossy?" 

"Aren't all bosses bossy?" she giggled. 

"True, but even your course. He gets to pick." I shrugged. 

"I don't mind as long as it's free," she sighs. 

"Fine. And you wouldn't want to be with me for a long period of time," she laughed. Her teeth were showing, and her eyes smiled at me. 

Two cute dimples showed on each side of her cheeks. They weren't that deep but you could see them. She looked adorable and her laugh made me smile. I had to look away for a second to stop myself from smiling. Thankfully, she didn't see me smiling at her. 

"Why's that?" 

"You'll know once you get to know me. For now, you should really settle in. Get comfortable and shit." I hummed. 

"Alright. Thank you for the information." 

"Sure thing. Just knock if you need anything." 

"Isn't that the other way around?" she laughed again. 

"Right. That. Bye." 

She spun around and entered her room. I caught a whiff of her shampoo and fucking hell, it was a nice scent. She smells nice, overall. I liked her company and I think I'm going to enjoy this a bit more than I should. I sighed, not wanting to be a simp, but I guess I already am. 

I entered the room and all I could say was, 

"Jesus, is this the fruit of all of my hardships?" 

The room was furnished with a set of a mini-table and three soft-looking sofas around it, with a small vase in the middle of the mini-table. There was a single bed leaning on the wall and a desk at the opposite side. The desk was completely set up. There was a laptop there, the most expensive one on the market, a lamp, a pencil cup that was filled with different kinds of pens and colored ones as well, a coaster, and a book shelf with books. I walked towards the desk and looked at the books there. 

Med-Tech 

That was what was written in there. If I remember correctly, Aimee Ruv Lim was enrolled as a nursing student. I'm guessing that this is my course. It wouldn't take a noob to guess that. This was a room assigned to me, so all of this here is for me, including the books. I looked at the closet and saw that there were clothes already in there, but for women. 

I sighed. Do I have to wear girly clothes? I'm not quite sure of what to do. I guess they didn't expect a lesbian with a tomboy style to apply for the job. I'm also hinting that Ruv's father doesn't like her hanging out with men. 

My thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock on the door. I hurriedly attended to it, not wanting to cause unnecessary delay. Once I opened the door, there were butlers and maids coming inside the room and they went directly to the closet. They emptied it out and filled it with boyish clothes. I felt relieved that I wasn't going to wear girly clothes. 

"Here, Daddy wanted me to give you this." she laid out two kinds of uniforms on the bed before sitting next to the uniforms. 

I wanted to lean in and kiss her right then and there. Handcuffing her wrists above her head and forcing a torrid kiss. I immediately dismissed the thought before it could deepen. 

"The pants, please." 

"Knew it. Oh?" her eyes travelled behind me. 

She stood up and passed by me. My eyes followed her as she went to the desk and grabbed a book from there. She looked at me in the eyes and deadpanned. 

"Are you sure you're really okay with this?" 

"Are you sure you're okay with nursing?" 

"Touche." I did a little courtesy to add to the humor. 

"My best friend is enrolled in that department. I hope you guys will be classmates." 

"I sure hope so." 

She placed the book back on the book shelf and watched as the butlers and maids slowly exited the room. The closet was now full of boyish clothes and uniforms. Huh, one per day. I used to have two uniforms a week. I have to wash one as soon as I get home. 

"Oh, and we eat dinner together, so yeah." 

"Even workers?" I asked, curious as to what their rubrics here were. 

"Mhm, only special workers." 

"Oh, okay. Got it. Thank you." 

"A'ight." 

She left the room and closed the door, leaving me time to think. I sat on the bed, feeling how soft it was upon contact. I shivered in guilt. I was here experiencing such delights in life while my family was suffering in the Philippines. I didn't get to discuss the job or hourly rate of every possible job out there that Mr. Lim was going to give me but that's fine. We're going to eat dinner in a bit. 

The room even had LED lights in it, and a huge glass window that was covered by a nude-colored curtain. The room even has its own heater and A/C. I was provided accordingly. It even has its own fucking carpet and shoes compartment, but there weren't any shoes. 

"Well, aren't I damned- fucking hell?" 

I saw the car keys and almost wanted to cry. It was a fucking sports car and to think that this was what I was going to drive made me feel sick, but in a good way. 

"This can't be happening."