Yes Daddies

DAISY

He was really gone. My father was really gone and I didn't know what to feel. He had barely ever been there even when he was alive. It had been at least five years since I last saw him and now that I was back in this home, he was dead.

He was gone totally. Gone to the point where he had sent my mum to give years earlier. My father had been a terrible man, terrible husband and as well as terrible father. He had failed in every aspect and his failures were what drove our family apart.

So what was I supposed to feel when such a man died? Was I supposed to throw myself on the floor and weep? Or was I just supposed to stand plainly, watching and being tagged the evil daughter, the spoilt brat who wouldn't even properly mourn her father's death?

I sighed softly, standing forlorn in the room that was once my room. I was wearing a black dress, a sign of me mourning and I was staring at the picture of my father and I that was on my bedside table.

I was about 13 or 14 in the picture and even in that picture, I was not smiling at him.

"Daisy?" I heard a deep voice call and I immediately turned on my heel to look who it was.

The door of my room was opened and at the door was a man, clothed in a black shirt and black, tailored trousers. He had an intensified look in his brown eyes as he stared at me.

"Daisy" He affirmed my identity just as I affirmed his.

Luxuria Drakton.

One of my father's best friends. My father had two best friends and one would think that both friends of his would also be friends but that wasn't the case.

Luxuria Drakton and Grayson Drakton. Brothers. But I had never met brothers who hated each other as much as both did.

"Daisy" He called my name more affirmatively, walking into the room and hurrying over to my side. I still remembered Luxuria properly. Few years ago, he had even taken me in to live at him home for a couple weeks when my father had blocked my cards in a bid to force me to come home to him.

And Luxuria has gone really mad at me for even leaving his home to go stay at Grayson's home for a few weeks too. Them getting mad at each other wasn't a very surprising phenomenon to anyone, though.

"How do you feel now?" Luxuria questioned as I turned to face the windows again.

His comforting arms wrapped around me and he pressed his warmth to me and somehow, that seemed exactly like what I wanted in this moment.

No mother. No father. Just wealth that I had no idea how to control and dirty deals waiting for me to take up my position and start working towards them. What I needed now was some warmth in this coldness.

"I... Can I tell you the truth?" I whispered, after a few seconds of both of us just remaining in the room silent.

"You know you always can" His voice was cool and calm. That was one major trait of Luxuria. I bet he could calm a riot with his voice.

"I don't know how to feel, really." I whispered, staring at that picture.

"He... You know how my father was. I don't how to feel about the demise of such a man..." I turned to face Luxuria and his handsome, gorgeous face was so close to mine. Too close that it shut down my thinking faculty. I nervously blinked and looked away from him.

Luxuria sure seemed forget that he was a very fine specimen of a man and that I was a woman, regardless of the fact that he was my father's friend. That was one of the reasons I had left his home back then. Because he seemed to always forget.

"Your father surely wasn't the best and I wished he had been better to you" Luxuria's voice was deep and rich with comfort.

"But it's alright... it's alright not to know what to feel" he raised my head up gently, making me look at him again and this time, I had to look up into his eyes.

Grey, beautiful eyes that had the intensity of a tough and hard man who was putting away his toughness to console me even when I wasn't so certain that I needed consolation.

But if I didn't need consolation, what did I need?

He cupped my face gently in his arms and I felt a small blush rise to my cheek at the gentle touch of his harsh fingers.

"It's alright not to know what to do right now." He moved a hand gently to my jaw and raised my jaw carefully as if inspecting every inch of my face.