Her size

"Get rid of that piece of shit on your body," came his commanding voice.

"Bu-t Daddy, it isn't appropriate," Catie stuttered.

"I said to pull down that dress, Catherine. Don't make me repeat my words," he said in a cold yet husky voice that sent a shiver down Catherine's spine.

With her shaky hands, she pulled the zipper down and pushed aside the straps. Soon the only thing that was holding that dress in place was her perky breasts. She looked at her new Daddy one more time. As her eyes fell on his serious face she took a deep breath and pulled the dress down releasing her mountains. Soon the dress fell on the floor leaving her only in her black lacy panties.

"You aren't wearing any bra? That's a mistake that needs punishment," he said, his eyes never leaving her flashy twins.

"The b-bras weren't of my size," Catherine replied looking down at her feet. She was feeling both embarrassed and hot at the same time.

"Hmm! Is that so? Then let me check if you are telling the truth or not," saying that he cupped her breasts with his both hands.

"Oh, Daddy!" a moan escaped Catherine's lips when she felt his warm hands on her cold skin. She wanted to move back instantly but his grip on her mounds tightened, making it impossible for her to move.

"Don't move, let Daddy measure the size of your boobs, so I can know if you were lying or not," he whispered in her ear bowing his head. She didn't have the power to move after hearing his hypnotic voice.

She stood still closing her eyes, feeling his every single movement. She felt his hand moving down to her round flesh globes. He then lifted them up as if weighing them. Then his hands move up again cupping them in between. She could feel the rough skin of his hand and it sent ripples of sensations to her core making it moist.

Just the moment she was lost under his touch, she heard the knock on the door.

Catherine jolted up from her sleep. She was lying on her bed and scrolling through her new phone when she drifted into sleep. But how come she dreamed about him again?

When she was busy gathering her thoughts she heard the sound of a knock on her door again. She fixed her clothes and went to open the door.

Codi was standing in front of the door with a few other women behind her.

"Sorry I fell asleep," Catherine flashed an awkward smile.

"I am sorry for disturbing your sleep, Ms Mendez. Mr. Mendez sent some people to change your wardrobes," Codi explained. Catherine just nodded to the woman and stepped aside. A group of females wearing professional attire from a designer shop entered with trollies of branded clothes.

Soon the clothes of her closet were swapped with the new ones. Once they took away the old ones, they left and another woman came with a rack of school uniforms.

"These are your new school uniforms," Codi informed politely after the staff was out.

"Where's Mr. Mendez?" Catherine asked.

"He said he would be late. He asked you not to wait for him for dinner. The dinner is ready in the kitchen. We are not allowed to stay inside the mansion after preparing the dinner. If you need anything you can intercom us from the servant quarter backward," Codi finished explaining.

Catherine nodded in understanding and Codi left with that. Catherine went back to her bed after closing the door. She watched the series of school uniforms hanging in front of her. And the memories of this afternoon came to her mind.

Flashback

"Why are you wearing this?" he asked with furrowed brows.

"The dresses in the closet are all one size smaller," Catherine said looking down at her hands on her laps. Her face became flushed in embarrassment.

"You should've told me that. Go back to your room, Codi will send your food there. And I will arrange someone to change your wardrobes," he said looking anywhere but at her.

Catherine exhaled a sigh of relief after leaving the dining room. She was feeling so uncomfortable wearing that tight dress. She ran faster to her room, fished out an oversized t-shirt from her bag, and wore it paired with a pair of shorts. Soon Codi came with her lunch.

Flashback Ends

At a busy high-end club, Archer was drinking with his friends.

"You are a lucky bustard man," Sebastian Muller said gulping down a glass of whiskey.

"Why did you say so?" asked their other mates.

"He did only ten adult movies and because of his good looks, he became a famous star. Now when he joined the business world, he again earned the reputation as a ruthless businessman," Sebastian said frustration.

"Are you sure that was only for his good looks not the other thing?" Brady asked raising his brows with a smirk on his face.

"Okay let's change the topic. How did the adoption go?" Cane asked looking at Archer who was silent the entire time. He seemed lost in some thoughts.

"It went well, she's going to be joining school from tomorrow," Archer sipped on his drink.

"How's she doing? Is she well behaved?" asked Sebastian with interest. They were all nearly in their late twenties but none of them was settled in their life. Among them Archer was the first one to have a child that made them all interested in his new daughter.

Archer thought back to the scenes this afternoon. Her flashed embarrassed face was still engraved in his mind. What should he tell his friends? That he felt attracted to his adopted daughter because he hadn't got laid for sometimes now?