Daddy Please

Chapter 0005- Maria

The memory surged back to his words, the way he leaned closer to me as he spoke, the way he held me and how good I had felt.

And suddenly the room felt smaller as realization set in.

I had done all that with my father's best friend.

I had slept with my father's best friend.

This is why I was always careful. Just one night of carelessness and look what happened.

“Petyr here was just telling me about his latest project. The man is a genius…” My father continued but I was barely listening.

I wondered if my dad could feel the sudden tension.

“Maria, could you get a drink for us?” My dad said “ whiskey for me, and Petyr, what will you have?”

Petyr. That was his name.

“Same,” Petyr said, his gaze still on me.

I nodded and turned towards the kitchen. The moment I was out of sight, my mind spiraled.

How could it be? Was I so full of bad luck? First, Franklin and now this? I had had enough for one year at this point.

Did he know who I was last night?

And if he knew, what would that mean?

Oh my god.

I grabbed the whiskey bottle from the cabinet. My hands trembled slightly as I set two glasses on a tray.

Back in the sitting room, I approached the lounge chair where my father and Petyr sat.

I leaned over to pour the whiskey, for my father first and then for Petyr. My hands shook and the bottle tilted too far.

The liquid spilled onto the table.

“Maria.” My father chuckled, shaking his head. “You all right, darling?”

My eyes flicked to Petyr and sure enough he was staring. There was a small smile playing on his lips.

I went red in the face from embarrassment.

“why don't you go rest? We'll take it from here.”

It was such a relief to finally be out of Peter's stare.

I closed my bedroom door behind me and leaned against it. My emotions were a mess - shock, guilt and an unwelcome flicker of desire.

Slowly I took off my clothes and underwear and changed into a flimsy sheer red nightdress.

I sank into my soft mattress, willing my mind to settle but to no avail.

I'd been so reckless last night. I wonder what I must have said to him.

I bit my lip as I remembered how he had said my middle name “Sirena” over and over again. How he had begged, yearned for me. Just the way I wanted.

But Petyr was my father's best friend. The thought made my stomach lurch.

What if my parents found out? What would they say?

These thoughts lingered until exhaustion overtook me.

….

I jolted awake, my heart pounding as the ring of my cellphone sliced through the silence.

I reached out and took it from the night stand. Franklin's name flashed across the screen and I rolled my eyes.

I squinted at the time, 1:45 am. Why was he calling so late?

I let the phone ring until it finally fell silent. Whatever he was calling for could wait. I didn't care.

It was probably about my things. I had not gone to take them yet.

Either way, calling me now was useless. I definitely wasn't going to pick them by this time.

However, I made a mental note to send someone to get it for me. There was no way I was going back there to face him again.

Thirsty, I swung my legs off the bed and stood. I padded downstairs to the kitchen, the wooden stairs cold under my bare feet.

The kitchen was quiet, only the faint hum of the refrigerator could be heard.

I opened the fridge door and the cool air hit my skin.

I scanned the shelves and picked out a box of orange juice.

I thought about getting a glass but I was too thirsty and lazy to reach up to the high cabinet so I drank straight from the carton.

I froze mid sip as a soft creak sounded behind me.

I turned to find the one person I didn't want to see.