"Look what I got for you, Dad," Daniella scampered to the end where Liam stood, holding and admiring a red off shoulder and backless dress.
As soon as his daughter glided nearer, he positioned the dress to her body and smiled brightly - revealing his two cute dimples.
"This would fit you so well, Ella. Can you try it out?" Daniella nodded vigorously before Liam could barely complete his words as she outstretched out a white plain shirt to her father.
"I bet this would look good on you too. Do you like it?" her face was writhing in smiles as she spoke to Liam. She was cognizant of her father's liking for shirts, most especially the white ones.
"Of course, baby. You undeniably know my fashion taste," Liam flattered as he collected the shirt from her and handed out the dress to her.
"Come on, I'm literally dying to see you in this dress," he said in a low yet husky voice while his eyes raked on Daniella's beaming face.
Still beaming, Daniella headed straight to the change room and leave her father to follow her.
Liam stood outside the change room, leaning casually against the wall.
Arms locked around his chest and legs crossed as he waited patiently for Daniella.
It didn't take long before Daniella opened the door, and found her father at the door.
Grinning, she stepped backward and left the door open wide for Liam to come in. "How's it?" she asked. The dress was not too tight, not even loose.
The end of the dress reached just an inch above her mid-thigh. Also, the long cut neckline displayed her cleavage on show, where the back cut just stopped three inches from her butt.
The smooth fabric clung to her like a second skin, manifesting every curve and dip of hers.
Daniella bit her lips, not wanting to fidget under her father's stare.
Gliding closer, the storm in Liam's eyes turned wild as they sheared through, as if she were standing there bare.
Daniella became much more nervous than she'd ever been with him.
"Turn around," the dominance and huskiness of his rich deep British accent made her obey.
Soon, she felt him behind her. His hot breath fanned her bare shoulder, making her breath hitch.
A brush of warm fingers glided down her bare back, erupting goosebumps across her skin.
"Fuck, Ella. I feel like taking you in here-right now," a low curse reached her ear and followed by a sharp intake of breath.
Daniella felt her nipples tightened as his father's hand slipped to the curve of her waist, to the front of her stomach and then to her bare shoulders.
At this point, Daniella could no longer hold back the soft moan that escaped from her lips as she pressed her ass closer to Liam's bulging manhood.
Liam muffled a groan deep in his throat as he buried his head in her neck and greedily kissed her fragrant hair, neck, and earlobes.
All these shattered Daniella entirely, making her want something far more than just kisses.
At the same time, Liam had held her earlobe between his teeth, biting on it.
"Let's get out of here before I lose it completely," he spelled every word under a ragged breath - the tip of his tongue was playing with her earlobe.
Daniella was really aching to be touched more sinfully, but she knew she shouldn't at this inappropriate time.
Looking quite disappointed, Jessica stayed put all these while. She felt herself being neglected thoroughly.
Throughout her shopping, both Liam and Daniella had not paid any attention to her as they continued shopping for themselves alone.
Now, she watched them as they came into view from wherever in the part of the mall they were coming from; walking hand in hand with their best smile on their faces.
Literally, these people wouldn't give a damn if she had left the place without informing them.
Jessica stared at her husband daughter and thought inside her heart.
"Are you also done, Mom?" asked Daniella as soon as they reached closer to where Jessica sat in the VIP's spot.
"If you guys are done, we can start going home," Jessica responded simply.
And after her words, she stood up and headed to the counter to pay up.
Daniella looked over at her father's face and they both shared a knowing grin before following behind the sulking Jessica. In the night.
*
Over the dining table, where the whole family were having their dinner quietly. Only the sounds of their cutlery could be heard.
Jessica was still in a brooding mood as she kept on toying with her meal-not enjoying it. And of course, both Daniella and Liam knew the reason behind it.
However, as much as Daniella hadn't wanted to say anything about it, she couldn't stand her mother's moping mood any longer.
So, she reached over and held Jessica's free hand on the table.
"Are you still mad at me?" her voice came out so calm and sweet to the ear. Jessica then sighed and eventually lifted her head and met her daughter's worried eyes.
"I'm not only mad at you, Ella," her voice was neither calm nor high as she paused and shifted her angry gaze to her husband's face.
She continued, "I'm mad at the both of you. You know I'm trying my very best for this family, but I found out just today that my efforts are not appreciated at all and that you both do not care about me,"
"The plan was to shop together but then you both went on a different part and ignored me completely all through. I really felt out of the place. It saddens me," Jessica expressed as bitter as she truly felt.
Daniella felt bad. She really felt bad for her mother as she knew that she was the sole reason behind this.
She was the reason her mother didn't get to have a great time with her husband whenever she was around.
Thinking of this, tears pooled into her eyes and she held her mother's hand more affectionately.
"I'm sorry, mom. I'm deeply sorry," she apologized in a broken voice, stunning Jessica.
"No, no, dear. It's fine," Jessica's bad mood faded the moment she saw her daughter's tears.
"It's completely fine, Ella. I know you're very much fond of your Dad more than me and the reason for that is glaring enough,"
She clarified soothingly in a way that explained that she was no longer upset with them.
Daniella had no words and just sniffed severally.
Liam on the hand had become extremely uneasy at the sight of Daniella's tears and all he wanted to do at that moment was to hug her, kiss her, comfort her and give her all the wonderful things in this world, give himself to her as well.
Later that night, after Liam had also apologized to his wife and promised not to repeat such again.
The atmosphere returned to how it has always been. Jessica then happily reminded them of their flight tomorrow and urged them to go to bed early.
Liam slowly sat up on the bed beside Jessica, staring at her sleeping face for a long time.
He smiled and thought in his mind that Daniella took after Jessica with everything, beauty especially.
Getting off the bed ultimately, he slid his foot in his flip-flops and then snuck out of the room without making any sound.
Soon after, he opened Daniella's room door as carefully as he could and was damn surprised to see her sitting on the bed-wide awake.
He closed the door, his eyes not leaving Daniella's face.
Daniella too wasn't looking away either, almost challenging him to be the one to look away first.
She gradually stood up from her bed and immediately rushed to her father.
She jumped on him enthusiastically, as if she were seeing him for the first time again after so many years.
With their gazes still locked intently, they didn't know how they found each other's lips.
Liam ran his hand over her soft curves, moving his mouth over hers until she gave in with a low moan. Her brain melted in a puddle of heat and sensation.
She thought her mind went whirling away on the fingers of the storm wind that engulfed her. Her bones seemed to turn to water... boiling water.
His hand moved along her hip to hold her more intimately against him as his tongue teased her lips apart.
Daniella succumbed to the hunger driving her and savored the taste of him as he deepened the kiss.
He stroked her hip and his sex hardened against her stomach. The heat emanating from his body to her ignited a flame inside her stronger than anything she'd felt before with him.
In a matter of moments, Liam was already lying on top of Daniella on the bed, still kissing each other breathlessly.
It was an any, frustrated, circuit breaker of a kiss.