Loving my daddies2

Claire's POV

I glared at my brother, not ready to release the slice of cake.

"Richmond," I called in a warning tone.

He smiled wickedly, sighing his spoon into the cake.

"Don't you dare!" I warned, but he was prepared, running away from the spot before I could catch him.

He had the last piece of cake. And it was mine. He ran off to his room.

"Richmond!!!" I yelled, but he only laughed, making me more defeated than angry. That was supposed to be my dessert. For goodness sake, he had eaten all the cake.

Dad was laughing and gently pushed a glass of juice on me. I grabbed the glass and drank it.

"You have to be quicker than him next time," Dad said, and I rolled my eyes. I packed the dishes and took them to the kitchen.

I washed them and walked to my room, briefly stopping to kick Richmond's door.

"Good night, Dad!" I yelled from the staircase.

"Good night honey," my dad replied.

I walked up to my room and shut the door. Being the only daughter of my dad and the lovely princess of the house I had the coziest bedroom. It was large and painted in soft powdered blue and peach.

It was the typical girly room with many accessories and things only girls would understand. I had a dressing table, a large mirror and a small purse mirror which served more use than the larger one.

A medium-sized box of makeup kits and some jewelry boxes decorated the room. I loved to be neat, and everything had its place. My laptop lay on my bed open, and I went to close it.

I placed it on the table and stretched out on my bed. My mind drifted to Rawl Benett. He was the man I had been crushing on for years since I was sixteen. He was my best friend, Vanessa's father.

I couldn't stop my feelings for him no matter how hard I tried. Every Time I was around him, I would stare and look away before he caught me. His fine, neatly trimmed beards made my hands itchy to touch, and those lips were always dreamy.

He was a fine hunk of a man, and those grey eyes always made me lose. "He's just so perfect," I mumbled.

Memories of the time he made me laugh when I was sad flooded my mind. I covered my cheeks in my hand as they turned warm.

"Why does it have to be so hard?" I murmured. "I love you but I can't be with you. You don't even notice me. You probably look at me as your daughter."

"Ugh, just my luck to fall for my friend's father," I said, rubbing my hand on my face.

My hands fell to my sides on the bed and I sighed. "I shouldn't be thinking of you."

Thinking of him made me shudder delightfully, and I closed my eyes, smiling.

My eyes flashed open as a faint knock came on my door. "Ugh," I groaned softly and went to open the door.

"Dad, shouldn't you be a..." the words caught in my throat as I stared in shock at the pair of eyes looking back at me. What was he doing here?

"Rawl," I gasped.

"Hey," he responded.

"Oh my God! Did anyone see you coming here?" I asked, searching for anyone behind him.