CHAPTER 1

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.

I swallowed as I had to look more into his eyes. I didn't want to avoid his eyes but looking into them was… it was doing something almost weird to me.

“But since your father wasn't the best to you, I will take care of you, Daisy” His voice was deep and yet gentle and soothing, so soothing that there was an urge for me to melt in his arms. It was like the main goal of his voice was and his proximity was to make me melt.

“You can be sure that I will take care of all your needs. Every single thing need of yours, I will take care of it.” His lips moved as he spoke those words.

Every single need of mine. I gulped down hard and carefully pressed my thighs together, shutting out the thought that had just slipped into my head. I shouldn't think that way. He probably meant it in an innocent manner.

“Thank you, Luxuria” I thanked him and looked away from his eyes, stepping out of his arms and moving closer to the picture. Perhaps I wanted to pick it up and smash it or perhaps I just wanted to get closer to look at it more carefully. For details. For anything that would say I loved my father because I know I did. There was a time I loved him so much but that time was just too far gone that I couldn't recall it anymore.

Only a few seconds and three slow steps of mine had passed before I felt Luxuria's arms around me again, this time, hugging me from behind.

His warmth enveloped me and his manly cologne filled my nostrils once more. His bigger body holding mine close to his.

The longer we remained in that way, the farther I seemed from watching the picture of my father and I and the closer I seemed to noticing every movement of his body against mine.

Every brush of his fingers around me, every accidental pressing of his body into mine when he adjusted, his breath on my skin.

I was suddenly noticing everything and right here, in the middle of my old room, in my mourning dress, I felt something spark inside me again.

I reached down to my fabric and grabbed onto it tightly, my lips pressing into a thin line.

“It's okay.” Luxuria whispered to my ears, his breath fanning me and I slowly turned my head to look at his face again.

But our eyes met instantly and it sparked again!

I shouldn't have turned to look at his face. I shouldn't have.

I gulped down hard, my gaze dropping to his lips. I sucked in a sharp breath as I saw his lips move. He was saying some words but I couldn't hear them clearly anymore. The words sounded distant.

“You're staring a bit too much, Daisy” The way my name rolled off his tongue seemed different as I blinked my gaze away nervously.

“I… I am sorry” I quickly whispered an apology. “I just… I guess I am just not thinking straight.” I mumbled in addition, trying to assure myself that was the case and that I wasn't still stuck up on those slight cravings that had arose when he took me into his home three years ago.

“You can tell me what you are thinking about” He reached for mg face and gently turned me to face him once more. A mistake. Making me look at him was a mistake.

“It's nothing.” I whispered.

“There's definitely something, Daisy.” He insisted.

“I am thinking…” I looked at his attractive face again and then down to his attractive lips.

Subconsciously, I bit down on my lower lip and I had barely finished doing so when he grabbed my face closer to his and claimed my lips.

My entire body froze, my eyes widening at the very sudden action. His lips were harsh against mine, demanding, probing and it only took seconds for my shock wide opened eyes to flutter to a closure.

I should be shoving him off me, yelling at him and asking why the hell he would think it okay to kiss me on the lips! But I found myself incapable of it. Incapable of shoving him away and yelling at him right after.

My lips parted too quickly as I opened up for Luxuria to kiss me deeply. Something in my head was screaming at me to stop whatever I thought I was doing but I couldn't stop what was going on and I couldn't silence the voice in my head too.

With a small moan from me as his tongue brushed mine, I snapped, losing it for a second and wrapping my arms around him.

Luxuria groaned against my tongue, his grip on my waist turning firmer as he sucked on my tongue. And then I felt it, his hard on.

Luxuria was hard… He was hard for me.