CHAPTER 3

Daisy's POV

I was in dad's office helping him to clear out some files on the table. I was to put the old files into the cabinet and put the new ones into his drawer.

That way, he'd know which file to deal with after our vacation from Hawaii. He begged me to help him out while he went off to a meeting with his crew members. He promised to be back as soon as possible.

Dad had a telecommunication firm and he told me he had made acquaintances with some publishing companies. He said if I ever muster the courage to finish a book, he was going to help me talk to them into publishing my book.

I really wanted to write a novel that I can use to impact the world. I wanted to write teen fiction since I was still a teenager but then sometimes I felt like writing non-fiction. 

My father's story is worth writing about. The love story of my father and mother. 

Even though I was still little when mom died, I could see the way he treated and loved her right. Mother was the apple of his eyes. She was a very calm and patient person and she was the brain behind dad's success in the telecommunications world.

I was 8 years old when she died of cancer. A year later, Aunt Susana, my mom's friend, came to live with us with a baby bump. I was happy at first when she arrived because I was fond of her. She kissed and hugged me in the presence of dad.

The next day, I went into the masters' bedroom to ask her why she was sleeping on the same bed with dad when she told me to shut my trash or she'd send me to my mom in heaven. I cried bitterly and told dad that I wanted mom to come back home and take her place.

When I first menstruated, I went to dad to ask him what the blood signified. He told me the little he could and referred me to aunt Susana so she could teach me how to use a sanitary pad. That was three years after she had given birth to Joan. 

Joan died at age 3, on my 13th birthday.

I went to meet her with my soaked clothes and she sent me away. I hated her since then and I knew the feeling was mutual. As much as I try to tell dad that aunt Susana was a gold digger, he wouldn't listen.

Maria came to my rescue. She was 3 years older than me and she already had the experience. Maria and I have been friends since childhood. She was amongst those who had always taunted me for my young age and tiny body since kindergarten. I loved her for her carefree nature, nothing seems to ever bother Maria.

She told me she lost her virginity a week after seeing her first menstruation. That was one thing I disliked about her. She was too wayward and she seems to be enjoying it, not until Eric came along. I think she's faithful to him but I fear she might cheat on him one day.

Maria doesn't care if a guy dumps her. She claimed that instead of mopping around the house in tears like a widow because a man dumped her ass, she'd rather go out and look for another guy to fuck the living hell out of her.

I've never seen Maria cry, not even the day her father died. Her mother barely had time for her and Maria sleeps alone in the big house most of the time.

I knew she loved Eric wholeheartedly but I didn't know if he loved her as much as she does. Maria didn't admit it but I knew she loved him. Eric was a cool, nice, and funny guy but he was as crazy as she was. That makes them compatible.

Imagine having sex in a toilet? Who does that? What if someone walks in on them in the act? I thought as I shook my head at their level of mutual craziness.

My subconscious screamed. "Remember you had sex in the car too."

"What the hell!" I grunted, hitting my forehead. I always try not to reminisce on that night. It reminded me of my weakness and the pain I felt. 

That was a week ago.

"I'm sure the car was bouncing back and forth," my subconscious uttered.

I covered my face in shame at the thought. 

I just hope no one saw me with him in the car. That thought would kill me. I can't take that sort of embarrassment. And dad would kill me if this ever gets to him, I said to myself.

As much as I wish that the night never happened, I missed his touches. When I protested against having sex, he pushed himself into me gently while pinning me down as I cried out in pain. 

He told me to relax and that the initial pain was inevitable as he took my lips. He knew what he was doing.

He was gentle on me at first as I tried to adjust and get used to his strokes but he became aggressive after a while and began to pound into me while I cried out loud for him to let me go.

He was no longer in control of his emotions. And I gave in. 

Then he fell on me in exhaustion. We were both breathless and when he recovered his strength, he pulled me up and kissed me again before turning me over. 

I realized what he was about to do and slapped him in the face. He was dumbfounded.

I grabbed my beautiful dress that was already stained by blood, wore it over my head, and picked up my purse, shoe, and bra before running out of his car.

I was glad the place was dark as I found my way back to the parking lot to see if Andrew, the driver, was still within the vicinity. I got to the car to see him sleeping soundly with his head on the steering. I called his name and hit the car window before he woke up and opened the back door for me.

I slumped into the seat and we drove off in silence. I was mad at myself and at him for no specific reason.

We got home and I tried to hide my stained dress from aunt Susana who was in the living room. After greeting her, I ran past her, holding the stained part to my hand firmly so she wouldn't see it.

I felt a tingling stirring in my private part as I thought of that night.

My subconscious was at it again. "I thought you said that night was not worth it?"

I didn't know what the stirring meant but it occurred to me that I was aroused when my pants became wet.

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I was tired of sitting all alone in dad's office. I was already done with the work I was given and I felt like going home. Dad said he wouldn't take long but it was an hour already and he was nowhere to be found.

The stirring in my little kitty stopped immediately when it came and I quickly used the toilet to rinse off the whitish juice coming out of my private part. 

'I guess if it continues, I'll try and read one of her erotic books. I'll have to steal it because I won't be able to ask her for it. She'd mocked me till I cry, I thought.

Her 19th birthday was around the corner and I thought of getting her one of those books as a present.

Who would have thought things would change just within a night? I asked inwardly.

Few hours to the party, I knew not what it means to kiss and be kissed, I was a virgin and I didn't know what being horny or what sex means.

But after that night, I began to understand what dad meant by saying sex is addictive. I felt like having sex again….with him. Yes, with him. I didn't know if I can enjoy sex with anyone but him again.

I went out of dad's office towards the elevator and took the elevator down to the second floor. I went over to Mike's office and knocked. 

"Come in," Mike said.

"Hello Mike", I beamed at him as I pushed the door open.

"Daisy", he called as he looked up, and smiled. 

"How have you been?" He stood up and hugged me.

"I've been good," I answered as we disengaged from the hug. "Dad isn't here?"

"No, he isn't."

"He said there was a meeting with the crew members."

"Oh yes! That's true but we finished 20 minutes ago." He responded.

"Ok. I'll see you around then." I turned to go.

"I hope there is no problem?" I faced him.

"Not at all. I just want to go home. But I want to see him before I go."

"Maybe you should give him a call." He suggested 

"He left his phone in the office. If I don't see him, I'll come back here before I go home so you can help me inform him."

"Sure."

"Alright, bye Mike."

"You too, Daisy. My regards to your mom."

"Sure", I said with a fake smile.

Most of the staff think aunt Susana is my mom.

I found my way back into the office. Then I remembered his secretary's office was adjacent to his and he might be having a conversation with her on how to keep track of all transactions in his absence. 

I picked up my purse and phone and rushed out of his office. I was sure dad was there as I walked towards Lizzy's office.

My mind was already home. I wanted to sleep, eat, watch a movie to get inspiration, and if possible start my book. I have the plot already formed in my head and I was more than confident that it will sell.

I grinned as I knocked on Lizzy's door. There was no response so I pushed the door open. 

Lizzy was a very friendly person and she was aware of the fact that aunt Susana wasn't my mom. She used to chat with me anytime I went to visit the company and I always made sure to visit her in her office before going.

The office was large and a bit dark as I peeped. The windows were closed and the sunlight couldn't penetrate the office. I opened the door widely and walked in, before closing it back.

I stood rooted to my spot seeing the sight before me. Dad was having sex with Lizzy on the office desk.

My mouth was agape in shock as I watched the two lovers. Lizzy was moaning loudly. 

I wonder why I didn't hear the moans before coming into the office. I wouldn't have come in to see this shit, I thought.

They didn't even notice my presence as they kept on with their business. Dad's trouser was down with his shirts on and Lizzy was naked. 

Why would dad do this? I'm sure aunt Susana satisfies him in bed because while I was growing up, I used to hear the sounds of their voices, especially aunt Susana's, screams, I asked myself.

I used to find that screaming sound irritating. I couldn't withstand the sight before me again as I yelled. "Dad."

He pulled away from Lizzy who scampered to look for a piece of clothing to cover her nudity. Dad wore his trousers before turning back to look at me. Lizzy ran to the bathroom with her clothes as dad and I stared at each other in silence.

"Dad" I called again and shook my head as a tear threatened to fall.

"Princess", he called trying to move closer to me. I struck a finger out telling him to stay put. I wasn't interested in any explanation.

I was about to say something when I felt nauseated all of a sudden and I covered my mouth with my left hand and ran to the bathroom to puke.

Lizzy was already dressed by the time I got to the bathroom and I vomited all I ate for breakfast into the water closet.

"Are you ok?" Lizzy questioned with concern as I washed my face with water while breathing heavily.

I stood up and stared at her, shook my head, and went out of the bathroom and office, without uttering a word to either of them.