Taming A Billionaire

Chapter 523 - Five Hundred And Twenty-three: His Daughter Is A Daredevil

The third point of view:

Anabelle wasn't having the time of her life at Nik's place at all. Everyone had gathered around for breakfast and she's going to say, it was the most awkward breakfast she had ever participated.

Niklaus was at the table with them and the awkwardness skyrocketed to level hundred. She wondered what was going on in her uncle's mind, joining them for dinner - he probably wanted to monitor them. Annabelle wouldn't mind having breakfast with Julie in Isabella's room. Having breakfast with Niklaus present was equivalent to having a dark cloud over their heads.

None of the kids at the table attempted to speak in fear of incurring Niklaus' wrath except the triple trouble who were bickering in whispers as usual. Reina was not present because she was speaking with Emily and Camille about the wedding arrangements and the trip to Lincolnshire.

Anabelle looked across the table at her boyfriend who didn't seem as elevated as she was about this breakfast of a thing. Neither was Isabella. However, her cousin was not someone to be overthrown by such a mere setback. Isabella had better plans.

Anabelle was startled when someone's feet touched her and turned to give Isabella a look. What the hell was that for? However, Isabella gave her cousin her signature blank look and continued her search.

Pedro was diligently eating his breakfast when something touched his thigh and he almost jumped out of his skin.

"What is it?" Niklaus asked with a deep furrow, noticing his action.

"Sorry," Pedro apologized, "The hot soup hurt my tongue," He lied through his teeth. What soup? It was simply Isabella's feet treading into forbidden territory blindly.

"Eat carefully," Niklaus told him, which took Pedro by surprise. Was that care he sensed in the man's voice? Were they good now? The boy wondered.

Having averted that tragedy, Pedro turned to Isabella and both began to communicate with their eyes.

"Be good," He warned.

Isabella smirked, "Why? Isn't it fun?"

"I'm serious," Pedro scowled at her. It was fun until her father buries him alive.

Meanwhile, Julie, who was seated beside Pedro, couldn't help but notice the silent communication. What the hell was wrong with the both of them? They were so weird.

Then his gaze fell on Anabelle and there was longing in there. Although he hadn't told anyone, Julie sensed he was being held prisoner here. As someone who was raised in a crime family, he could read the tell-tale. The way he was being guarded with their eyes following every one of his movements explained it all. Even when he was called down for breakfast, the guards had watched him like a hawk, hence it was too real to be waved aside as a coincidence.

Anyway, he was not bothered by the vigilance knowing Niklaus would never harm him. Doing so would only set off a war between both families - a war that would not end well. Julie surmised this had to do with his engagement with Isabella - Niklaus was not stupid nor petty enough to imprison him just to keep him away from Anabelle. Niklaus is a busy man, you know.

A foot touched him, Julie frowned. Then he tactically looked down only to see Pedro and Isabella playing a game of tug beneath the table. Those two rascals. Can't they have decency at all!

Pedro was in hot trouble. Isabella was unrelenting and he didn't want to get on the bad side of Niklaus, not now their relationship had been patched a bit - that is if Niklaus found out. So he let her have her way just so peace could reign.

There was a grin on Isabella's face as her feet trailed up Pedro's thigh, dragging her toes across the rough fabric of his pants. His breath hitched and it excited her.

However, looking upon Isabella's expression, her face was passive as she ate her meal. If it wasn't the fact she had unintentionally touched Julie and Anabelle, both of them wouldn't have known what was happening at all.

Sweat dripped down Pedro's face as Isabella rubbed his crotch through his pant. He almost released a moan if it wasn't the fact he stuffed his mouth with the food at once.

"Mmm," his moan came out that way instead, "Delicious," Pedro grinned at Niklaus who smiled - he was the one who cooked. Since this was the first (and the last time) they would be eating together, Niklaus decided to bless them with his excellent cooking skill.

Isabella chuckled, "Is it that good?" she alluded to the - you - know - what - I'm - talking - about.

"Of course, why wouldn't it be good," Niklaus said proudly, "It's your father's cooking," He misunderstood the whole thing.

Pedro gulped, he was dead meat once Niklaus found out what was going on. The man trusted him! But what could he do? His daughter was simply a daredevil!

"Pedro, are you sick?" Neon asked him, startling him from his thoughts.

"W-what?"

"Veins are bulging out from your neck," The boy innocently pointed out, "You almost look like me when I'm constipated," Neon joked.

Why wouldn't he have veins bulging out his neck when Isabella was almost driving him mad with need?

"Eww, do you really have to talk about your constipation during breakfast?" Allen complained, "You're so disgusting!"

"Quit it, Allen, you don't have to be so dramatic. Who in here doesn't take a poop?" Ailee came to Neon's defense as usual and the dining table became a battlefield.

Amid their quibbling, that innocent remark from Neon drew Niklaus' attention and his eyes narrowed on his daughter Isabella who swiftly withdrew her feet at once. Uh oh, seems like she's busted.

"I think I need the toilet," Pedro stood up and ran out before anyone could make out the huge bulge in his trousers.

As soon as Pedro was in the toilet, he pulled down his pants and began to relieve himself of the torment Isabella put him through. If he doesn't die in Isabella's hands, he was sure nothing on earth could end him.

In the dining, Julie whistled by the side, someone's in trouble.?Annabelle facepalmed while Isabella wasn't bothered at all.

Niklaus took a deep breath, then pinched the space between his brows, "Isabella, living room. Now," he commanded.

"Yes, daddy,"