Millionaire Girlfriend

Chapter 52: Chapter 52 - The farmer boy life

Carl Turner the handsome billionaire’s son and notorious bad boy was shoveling cow manure on a huge farm in the middle of nowhere.

And when I say the middle of nowhere, I mean there wasn’t another person living for miles.

The nearest village was about two miles away, and even that was home to only around two thousand people.

Carl was staying there with Beatrice, Barbara’s cousin’s daughter, and Rachel, Beatrice’s twenty-four-year-old daughter.

He was the only man in the house, which meant most of the heavy manual labor naturally fell on him.

But honestly, it wasn’t that bad.

For the first time in a long while, Carl had been able to relax. He didn’t have any important responsibilities weighing on his shoulders, and nobody expected much from him.

He was happy...

Who am i kidding?

The place was peaceful, sure, but it was also unbelievably boring.

And there wasn’t a pretty girl anywhere nearby.

Well... almost.

There was Rachel.

But she was his cousin.

He wasn’t about to hit on his own cousin just because there wasn’t another attractive woman for miles.

Well, he’d already tried.

And failed.

For some reason, Rachel seemed to have something against him.

And he still had no idea why she hated him so much, though.

"When you’re done cleaning the barn, go fix the north fence," said a pretty female voice.

Carl looked up.

It was Rachel.

She stood nearby, a pretty blonde with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was around five-foot-ten and wore blue overalls over a black T-shirt that did a very good job of showing off her figure.

Carl’s eyes lingered on her for a little too long.

"Stop staring at me like that, you pervert," she said, clearly noticing his wandering eyes.

"There isn’t much to look at around here. It’s either you or the cows, so..." Carl let the sentence trail off, giving her a suggestive look.

"Ew." Said Rachel before walking away, clearly annoyed.

Carl watched her go, his eyes following her figure for another moment.

At this point, Rachel’s pretty face was probably the most interesting thing he had to look at around here.

And he wasn’t about to feel guilty about enjoying the view.

He grabbed the toolbox and headed toward the northern fence.

The fence stretched for hundreds of yards, and repairing it took him several hours.

By the time he’d nearly finished, it was getting dark.

Carl decided to call it a day and take a shower.

Of course, there was no hot water.

After showering, he locked himself in his room and did the only thing he could do for the time being.

Nothing.

He just had to wait until his aunt called him for dinner.

"Hehehe."

Carl suddenly heard a soft laugh coming from the room next door.

Rachel’s room.

He immediately sat up on his small bed and listened.

A moment later, he heard a man’s voice.

It was Steven, Rachel’s fiancé.

Carl’s curiosity got the better of him.

He looked around the wall, searching for even the smallest hole he could use to peek through.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t one.

The walls were made of thick wood, and a long piece of fabric covered most of the wall anyway.

"Stop!"

Rachel’s voice came through the wall, sounding amused.

Whatever she and Steven were doing in there, they were clearly having a good time.

It wasn’t anything particularly erotic.

But Carl still found himself getting excited.

’God, I wish I had a girl in this room right now.’ Carl thought .

But before he could listen any longer

Knock, knock, knock!

Someone suddenly knocked on his door and walked in before he had a chance to answer.

It was Beatrice.

She was Barbara’s cousin’s daughter and Rachel’s mother.

She was in her fifties, but she was still remarkably fit for her age.

"So, handsome, what are you up to?" she asked.

Beatrice closed the door and walked toward him.

"Hey aunt Beatrice... I was reading."

Carl pointed toward the Bible sitting nearby.

Steven had given it to him, but Carl had never actually opened it.

"Don’t you get lonely, stuck in this room all by yourself?" Beatrice asked as she moved closer.

She eventually placed a hand against his chest and looked directly into his eyes.

Carl felt a shiver run through him.

He was definitely attracted to her.

But, for the moment, it was her daughter who was his priority.

And he was confident he could eventually get Rachel into his bed.

"No, I actually like being alone."

Carl stepped back slightly.

Beatrice seemed a little disappointed.

From what Carl had heard, she’d been living on this farm with Rachel for more than twenty years.

So maybe it wasn’t that surprising that she had a hard time resisting a man as tall and handsome as Carl.

"Anyway, what are you doing here?" Carl asked.

"I’m here to tell you dinner’s ready," she replied.

Beatrice turned around and left.

When Carl reached the dining table, he and Beatrice waited in silence for about three minutes before Rachel and Steven finally arrived.

Steven had been Rachel’s best friend since childhood and was now her fiancé. He stood around six feet tall and had brown hair.

"Evening, everyone!"

Steven greeted them cheerfully before taking his seat.

"Let’s say grace before we eat."

He immediately launched into a prayer that lasted almost two full minutes.

While everyone else closed their eyes, Carl quietly looked around the table.

One person at a time.

Then his eyes stopped on Steven.

Carl had figured out Steven’s secret almost immediately the first time they’d met.

The guy was gay.

At least, that was what Carl believed.

Steven was probably hiding it from everyone because he was the pastor’s son in the village.

To Carl, it had been obvious from the beginning. Steven couldn’t seem to stop looking at him the same way Carl looked at a pretty girl.

And Carl suspected Rachel knew about it too.

Maybe that was why she’d agreed to get engaged to Steven in the first place—to protect him and help him hide his sexuality.

"So, Carl, you liking it here?" Steven asked while they ate.

"It’s beautiful here, but it’s kind of boring."

"If you’re that bored, there’s plenty of work to do around here," Rachel immediately replied.

As always, she was hostile and suspicious of Carl.

"Sweetheart, I think Carl means he’s running out of things to do for fun," Steven said.

"That’s what I meant. Thanks."

Carl gave Steven a friendly smile.

He’d already come up with a plan to get closer to Rachel.

He knew her hostility toward him was just an act.

She was probably afraid she’d fall for him.

It was obvious.

No sane young woman would hate a guy like Carl for no reason unless she secretly had a thing for him.

So Carl was going to become friends with Steven.

That would give him an excuse to spend more time around Rachel and slowly get her to lower her guard.

"If you want, I can take you to church this Sunday. You can hear the word of God and socialize with some of the people from the community."

Steven offered.

"Thanks, but no thanks."

Carl’s response came out a little too bluntly.

Everyone at the table immediately stared at him.

Carl suddenly remembered just how religious the people around here were.

"Heh... I’m a believer, I promise. I pray to God all the time."

It was a complete lie.

"But I can’t stand the hypocrisy of some religious people sometimes. I’m a pretty open-minded guy, you see, and I don’t think people should stop others from living their lives however they want."

It was all an act.

But Carl was willing to say whatever he needed to say to accomplish his goal.

After his little speech, everyone looked slightly surprised.

Exactly the reaction Carl wanted.

"I’m sure everyone has their own way of praying," Beatrice said carefully.

Steven nodded.

"But if you want, we could do something else instead. I heard there’s a beautiful lake not too far from here. We could maybe go there sometime if you’re interested."

Carl made the suggestion casually.

"Steven works as a driver for the village’s supply deliveries. I don’t think he’ll have much free time."

Rachel immediately jumped in.

"I usually get a few days off."

Steven looked at Carl.

"We could go together when I’m free."

"Okay, that works for me."

Carl agreed.

The idea of being alone with a gay man wasn’t exactly appealing to a straight guy like him.

But Carl was willing to make sacrifices if it helped him accomplish his goal.

And his goal was simple:

Get his beautiful cousin Rachel into his bed.

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Later that night, Carl couldn’t sleep.

There were still noises coming from Rachel’s room, and the longer he listened, the less certain he became about whether Steven was actually gay.

Eventually, Carl decided to get out of bed.

He was too horny and too curious to simply lie there and ignore it.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t see anything from where he was.

So he decided to take a pretty big risk.

Carl opened his window and climbed outside, carefully making his way onto a small platform.

Their rooms were on the second floor, and the house wasn’t exactly new.

If he fell, he’d be in serious trouble. It was the middle of the night, and there wasn’t a doctor for miles.

After carefully climbing his way toward Rachel’s window, Carl was relieved to see that there were no curtains blocking his view.

The lights were still on, too.

He leaned closer and looked inside.

And that’s when Carl saw it.

Two people were in a position that left absolutely no room for misunderstanding.

But...

It was Rachel taking Steven from behind with a strap-on.

That settled it.

Steven really was gay.

Even though Steven was the one being penetrated, Carl couldn’t stop himself from getting hard.

If he hadn’t been about thirteen feet above the ground, awkwardly balanced outside a window, he probably would’ve already pulled himself out and started masturbating.

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