Diana sits in a cafe having a little chat with her friends while sipping a cup of coffee.
P.O.V - Diana.
'Does he really feel that way about me?' I think to myself as I take a sip of coffee.
"Well you mentioned that you and your dad were going over to see his place today right?" Afsat asks.
As soon as she mentions I realized I had totally forgotten.
I was to meet with father at the company then go together to see Oliver.
I quickly check the time on my wrist watch.
"Damn, I'm late." I utter as I quickly scurry out the cafe after seeing the time.
"Hey, who's gonna pay?" Siriel yells from behind but I didn't mind. They'll be fine.
I hop into the back seat of my Ferrari alongside my two guards who were waiting outside for me.
One sits in the front passengers sit while the other sits at the back with me.
"To the company, hurry up please..." I say to the driver.
The driver starts the car and off we go to the company.
We arrive after about eleven minutes.
Before getting down I could see his Black Roylce Royce Cullinan parked just outside the company.
Fuck, he's waiting.
I quickly get down off my car and hurry to his.
One of the guards in black standing outside his car opens the backseat door for me as I get into the car.
"Thank you." I utter as I get into the car.
I take my sit and the first thing my 'Father' says to me is;
"You are late."
With a cold tone, he doesn't even spare me a glance.
He sits in his horse blood tuxedo relaxed into his seat as he scrolls through his contacts on his phone.
His beards black, well combed and shining.
His gelled hair partially covered by his horse blood hat.
I knew what he was doing.
He was scrolling through his numerous hookers most likely trying to decide which one he'd pin to his bed when he returns home.
"Well? what's your excuse? Busy with your useless friends?" He questions.
"Father!" I object.
"What? Am I wrong? What have they accomplished? all they do is spend their father's money all around.
They are all just useless whores just like your mother."
I sit there fuming with anger but I couldn't do anything, this man literally lorded over me.
"But you are different, you are my daughter, though I wanted a son, since your worthless mother couldn't give me that I'll have to make do with what I get.
I'll make sure you don't end up useless like them, you'll be different." He speaks in so much arrogance.
Driver, you know the destination." He says to the driver.
"Yes Sir." The driver replies and the engine starts.
"Make sure you get Oliver, don't fuck it up child." He says as he finally graces me with a glare.
He goes back to scrolling through his phone and for a moment his eyes lit up as he says;
"Ohhh, Miranda, been a while I tasted your juicy ass." He says as he strokes his beards with a grin.
I felt utterly disgusted.
This is my father...
P.O.V - Oliver.
Well, after foolishly cutting my hand with a peppered knife the stinging sensation has finally began to fade.
I sit on my bed organizing my thoughts.
Yh, for sure, this is not a dream neither is it the afterlife.
I have come back to five years before I died.
But how?
What's the logic behind this?
A though slides through my mind...
'Christmas Miracle.'
"Christmas Miracle?" I say as I begin to ponder for a while.
"Naaa, thats all made up stuff" I say to myself as I shake my head refusing to believe such.
Just then, my mum calls out to me from downstairs.
"Oliver! come down, we have guests."
Ahh yhh, we did often receive a lot of guests back then.
"I'll be right there." I reply with a loud voice so she could hear me.
I pick up my phone and was about to step out of my room when I realized I wasn't wearing quite the right outfit.
"Ahhh, yhh, I'm no longer that lame broke dude, gotta live up to it." I say to myself as I fling my wardrobe open.
There were a lot of clothes.
Feels just like yesterday when I had only two pairs of shirts and a pair of trousers.
Now I stand before a massive wardrobe filled with exquisite clothes.
I pick something to wear and change into it.
Nothing too flashy, just a sky blue button up shirt with the second and first button off.
A black trouser and a black shoe.
A wrist watch on my left hand and a shambala on my right.
I step out of my room looking confident.
Well of course I was quite the good looking man.
Well I do feel good for some reason.
I even had a little smile up my face.
But that smile vanishes as I reach the ground floor and my eyes land on the two 'Guests'
My mood switched immediately.
Two beasts dare seat in my living room...
Joseph and Diana...