Daniella stared at her father's deep penetrating eyes that spoke of heartbreak, betrayal, remorse, undying love, or maybe lust.
"Tell me honestly, Ella. Do you think you can get rid of me by using your friend? " Liam said with a ragged breath as he tightened his hand around her shoulder, bringing her closer.
"I don't understand what you are trying to say, Dad. I love Matthew as much as he loves me back," Daniella's nose flared.
Liam's face broke into a million shreds and his chest rose. He hated the fact that her daughter was admitting that she loved someone else to his face.
He then let his hands slide down Daniella's hips, his tongue licking his lips and his heady gaze electrified her body.
"So does it mean you don't want Dad anymore?" his husky low voice took her breath while his fingers kneaded her skin.
Her pulse was now racing fast as she inhaled a strained breath.
She wanted to tell him to stop, but she was not sure she could say the words without being breathless.
"What do you...mean," she tumbled out.
"Breath," Liam told her.
Right as she focused on inhaling, he ran his hands up her thighs, to her hips and she bucked at his touch.
"Dad," she shuddered, her eyes swelling with tears.
"It's a Yes or No answer, sweetheart," his finger ran through her soft hair while he leaned his face even closer, his breath lingering around the tip of her nose.
Her breath hitched, not able to form actual words. She looked at him in the eyes and thought that he might kiss her.
He had that look in his eyes, the one that tails the fullness of her lips. The one that could tip her over.
"I'm waiting," his brows relaxed.
He refused to remove his eyes from hers, almost challenging her to be the one to look away.
Gently, he sets a kiss right on her nose. And then her cheek. Her neck.
Her eyes shut but snapped open almost immediately when his arms swiftly swoop around her, his movements lighter than air, rocking on their feet as though they had no real balance.
He slowly raised his hand and reached out and twirled a stray strand of her hair in his fingers and pinned them behind her ear.
"I'll leave you to think about it then, but make sure to end the so-called relationship between you and him as soon as possible,"
With this, he gradually pulled away first and then sent her a broad wink.
Her lungs suffocated underneath invisible weight as two large tears rolled down her cheeks.
She quickly jiggled the doorknob and tramped into her bedroom and then broke down in tears.
"What? What? What? What the fuck do you want me to think over, Dad?" she yelled at top of her voice, hitting her hand against the terra cotta floor.
"You know all I want is all of you inside me but you keep teasing me,"
"And what was that?" her eyes narrowed, heated. "What does he mean I should end things with Matthew when he's my only hope?"
"I'm pretty sure that being with him would make me eventually stop lusting after you, Dad,"
"But why do you want me to end things with him?" her voice become more and more hysterical and tears spilled uncontrollably out of her eyes.
Some seconds flew by but Daniella was only staring into space, tears had never stopped rolling down her cheeks.
"If only..." she choked on her words and swallowed hard, "If only you can just fuck me for once, Dad,"
"Just once Dad, then I'm sure this longing would stop," Her lips quivered and her voice trembled
***
Mandy ambled out of the bathroom, dripping wet.
A white towel was wrapped around her chest while another was tied around her head.
She walked over to the dressing mirror and sat on the stool in front of it and then snatched the hand dryer on the dresser and plugged it.
While drying her hair, she looked at Daniella in the mirror. One of her arms was above her head, shielding her eyes.
She sighed softly, knowing too well that this was about her Daddy again.
However, she couldn't place a finger on what the issue might be this time for her to have appeared on her doorstep as early as this for the very first time.
"Did you by chance catch a glimpse of an unknown lady with Uncle Liam this morning?" Mandy raised a question while rising to her feet and moving toward her on the bed.
Daniella remained stationary, only staring at the white ceiling.
She had purposely left home this morning to avoid getting in contact with her Dad. She didn't what to do anymore and felt she had to consult a psychiatrist very soon.
Mandy sat close to Daniella on the bed and rested her hand on her exposed ankle.
"I think by now you should have gotten used to the fact that Uncle Liam is irresistible, he attracts ladies' attention at only a glance but it's not his fault," Mandy said her words in a low and cogent voice.
'But I'm his daughter, he shouldn't be attractive to me,' Daniella retorted internally.
She suddenly sat upright, facing Mandy.
"Have you ever felt like fucking Uncle Crawford before?" she asked in a low expectant voice and Mandy's eyes instantly went wide.
"My Dad? Heavens, no. I've never looked at him like that before. Eew, what a disgusting thing to imagine, Ella," she said with a grimace and shivered because feeling disgusted, goosebumps covering her body.
Daniella's face twitched as she averted her gaze from her friend's face and made to lie down back.
"Wait a second, Ella," Mandy stopped her by holding down her leg and looked deeply into her eyes as if searching for something.
Yeah, she was really searching for the truth.
"You want to fuck your Dad? Like have real sex with him? " she enunciated, her eyes bulging as if they would pop out of their socket soon.
Daniella stared right into Mandy's eyes equally and wanted to laugh or cry or scream; anything_ maybe, just maybe even shout the truth.
"Come on, Mandy," she uttered.
"You come on, Ella. Yeah, I get it. Uncle Liam is one hell of a guy that any lady will go out of lines just to have him in her but it's a different story in your case, Ella,"
"He's your fucking father,"
"And I'm his fucking daughter which implies that anything of such can never happen between us. I know that very well, so please," Daniella retorted instinctively and lay on her back at once.
Mandy exhaled noisily and rose from the bed. Right then, her cell buzzes and she flickered her gaze in its direction on the nightstand.
"I hope Uncle Liam knows you are here, Ella," Mandy stated as she walked over to the cabinet, tightening the towel around her chest.
She gazed at the unknown number and thought who could it be? She had initially thought it was Liam calling to probably find out if his daughter was with her.
She grabbed the phone and inhaled sharply before picking it up.
"Hi, Mandy. It's me, Michael,"
Mandy was stiff for a moment and directed her gaze to Daniella on the bed, who was now rolling from one edge to the other.
"Hey. What's up?" she asked easily, not knowing how exactly to react at the moment.
Daniella looked up at her face with her eyebrows raised, "Who's it?" she mouthed.
"Michael," Mandy mouthed back.
Daniella then batted her eyelids, "Who's Michael?' she asked no in particular and crawled out of the bed.
Mandy listened to Michael's apologies over the phone and wondered to herself why he was apologizing.
"Why exactly are you apologizing, Michael? It's not your fault. Really," she told him in a soft voice.
"You won't chase me away because of Nathan?" Michael asked at the other end of the phone.
By then, Daniella had amounted her footsteps to where Mandy was standing.
"Is there any reason for me to bring you between me and Nathan?"
With this sentence, everything got clear in Daniella's eyes and even Mandy could see the tension across her shoulders, like a rubber band pulled tight.
"Ella, you need to calm down," Mandy said patiently which caused her anger to spike.
She raised her hand and snatched the phone away from Mandy aggressively.
"Hey, you listen to me," she spoke into the phone harshly.
"I know you are somehow related to that scumbag, Nathan, and which is why you should stay from Mandy,"
Mandy held her head with her both hands, looking at her friend in silence.
"The next time I see you calling or hanging around her, then I'm gonna body slam you. So you better watch out,"
she affirmed ferociously and cut the line immediately.
Mandy sighed, "Having my helper's contact isn't a big deal, is it?" she asked quietly.
"Come on, Mandy. How is he your helper?" Daniella asked with a huff, tossing the phone on the bed.
"He was the same guy I told you about. The smashed number plate," Mandy almost yelled, looking vaguely pained.
Daniella gaped and blinked severally. Then how come did he know Nathan?
"Tell me what I don't know, Mandy," she demanded in a slow voice.
Mandy rolled her eyeballs, "You need to work on your temper, Ella. It's not getting any better," she said honestly while strolling toward her closet.