Taming A Billionaire

Ailee's point of view:

"One thousand what, my dear?" Niklaus was in a state of utter disbelief. How could this be?

"One thousand dollars, father," Ella said this time. Of course, she would always support her sister.

"Why that much amount though? The makeup session was just for ten minutes," Niklaus carefully asked.

"Because," Elsa as expected took it upon herself to explain, "The materials used are topnotch, so it's the highest quality there is - mother can confirm that,"

"Of course mother can confirm that because it's her makeup kit," I wanted to say but kept my mind shut. This was between Niklaus and his kids.

"Moreover, you said we are the best makeup artists the world has ever seen and that includes, of course, the best payment," She explained proudly.

I shook my head, Elsa would make a good businesswoman in the future, she was shrewd. But then, Niklaus was in a dilemma, he dug his own pit by overestimating his kid's capability and now, he was paying for that. 

Moreover, one thousand dollars was nothing to Niklaus, he could spend thousands of that without flinching. So a deal was a deal, backing out now would seem cowardly.

"Fine," Niklaus finally agreed to their terms and our jaws almost dropped to the ground. At that moment, Allen and I had the same thought in mind. Even as kids, we never swindled him of that amount. It was simply ridiculous. How could that be?! Our own great legacy was being threatened by our siblings. No, we couldn't let that be. 

However, before we could protest, our mother Reina came into the living room, a look of shock on her face. 

"What the hell is going on here?" She was dumbfounded, her gaze moving from the ridiculously looking Niklaus to her makeup kit and back to the triplets who now had an innocent expression plastered on their faces. 

"Hi honey," Niklaus said, fluffing his wig and posed. 

"Oh boy," I muffled my laughter. Here we go. This would go into the chronicles of the Spencer Family. I should really start writing that book. 

"What is my make-up kit doing here? And who even took that wig from my closet?!" Reina asked sternly, hands on her hips. 

Without even blinking an eye, Elsa and Ella pointed to their brother Diego who blinked at their mother innocently, "Did I?" 

Reina sighed, rubbing her temples. I bet the kids must be driving her crazy - she wasn't the only one who felt that way. At school, there were endless reports about them and their mischief. As I said, their activities were beginning to topple over our legacy - nobody hardly remembers our pranks now. 

"Mommy, don't be angry, alright?" Elsa hugged her mother's thigh persuasively with her sister, Ella doing the same. And trust me, that's the end of Reina's anger. You see, they're treated like babies and I'm not saying this because I'm jealous. I'm not jealous at all. 

"Also mother," Ella said this time, "We made one thousand dollars with it without effort," She proudly displayed evidence of the money their father had transferred to them in her cellphone. Once this was over, they would split the money amongst themselves.

Upon seeing that, Reina's accusing gaze flickered over to Niklaus who whistled and looked away. He was spoiling the kids again.

Mom sighed, it seems she was too tired for an argument between them, "Go clean that off and come for supper," she ordered Niklaus and then looked at me, "Go get Neon down, the food is ready,"

"Sure," I said without thinking twice and that prompted a look from Allen. Why was he staring at me that way when he hadn't told me where he went yesterday after school? 

Today, the Donovan twins didn't come to school and I heard from the teacher that they had accommodation problems and had to resolve that. Well, I was grateful for their absence, I won't have to see Eve, the - would - have - been friend flirting with my brother. Although I kind of miss Theodore, with each hour that passes, I keep getting intrigued about him. I wanted to get to know him and he's kind of handsome, you know. 

Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm attracted to beautiful faces like my mother. But I can't help it, after all, I might spend the rest of my life staring at one particular face - if things go well. I had to choose the best face that I couldn't get tired lookin at. 

I got to Neon's floor and knocked on his door. If there's anything I've learned so far from boys, it is that you should never burst into their room unannounced. Yeah, I know Neon is not as sexually active as Allen, but you can never tell. What if he's er... relieving himself? You know, touching himself… No! I can't ruin the innocent image of Neon in my mind. 

No one answered at the first knock. 

I knocked the second time and still get nothing. 

"Neon, open up!" I shouted, banging on his door. He must have fallen asleep or something, I thought and decided to walk in when the door was opened from inside. 

"Seriously, what kept you from…." The rest of my words died off as I was treated to a bare chest with droplets of water rolling down his silky skin. 

I gulped, what the hell was this? Mom was not kidding, Neon really had a nice chest. It wouldn't surprise me if I suffered a nose bleed. 

Mesmerized, I watched a droplet of water roll down the hard ridges of his taut stomach and then to the deep V of his abdomen causing my throat to dry up as it finally soaked into the towel around his waist. He must have been taking a shower. 

I glanced up at once and caught Neon staring at me and I almost choked on my saliva. He had been watching me stare at his stomach. Oh my God, I must be a pervert. 

My cheeks heated and a blush crept up my face as I stuttered, "Come down for dinner," and ran off as quickly as my legs could take me. What the hell was happening to me?