Semua Bab SLEEPING WITH MY DADDY’S DAUGHTER : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Susan’s POV “We’ll be back with our lawyers. Enjoy your last days as CEO, Mark.”She pulled me into the hallway, into the elevator, and into the car. I looked at her as she tried to start our beat-down Chevy. The car sputtered and coughed but it would not start. My mother hit the steering wheel with her fists, causing my heart to thump. She stopped struggling with the car and turned to look at me. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with it,” she hissed, “but you acted just like the bitch I raised you to be.” There was only anger and perhaps a tinge of hatred when I looked into my mother’s eyes. “I want none of this,” I said, “if my father did not want me when I was alive, no amount of wealth is going to make up for it.” She slapped me hard across the face. I had seen it coming but I had not stopped her. Trying to stop her from doing anything, only made life worse for me. “Do you have any idea how hard I have worked to provide for us until now?” she spat angrily, her eyes bl

Mark’s POVWhen Susan Rivers had walked into the will hearing of my father my first thought was, how incredibly sexy. That was of course before her mother had opened her mouth and claimed that Susan was my sister. How was she my sister? In what way was the slender-looking woman of 5’7 standing in the middle of the room with impeccable looks related to me in any way? It was like God was playing a cruel joke on me. Then she walked into my conference hall to disrupt my meeting only to inform me she was leaving town. And my first thought had been, who the hell permitted her to leave? And as she spouted her nonsense about not wishing to be caught in the ‘crossfire’ I had been irresistibly drawn to her red lips. It amazed me how they blazed like the sun, inviting me in like a moth to a flame. I knew I would burn if I were to taste them and yet, I craved to burn with the passion her lips on mine would evoke. Until her mother crashed the door open and I realised she had played me for a fool

Mark “Pathetic losers,” I muttered under my breath as I walked away. For a brief second, I had believed Susan was actually in danger only to realise that mother and daughter had played me. “Mark Cuban?” I spun around to look at the cops who were behind me. I was annoyed and visibly irritated, and their presence was not helping. “You are under arrest for the attempted assault of Susan Rivers,” said the cop on my left. “What?” I scoffed. If this was a joke, it was not fucking funny! “Is this a joke… some sort of skit?” I asked them, “because if it is…” They brought out handcuffs and a cop went to my back and reached for my hands. My heart went cold. This was real. “You possibly cannot believe that tramp and her daughter,” I said to the cops as the cuffs clicked on my hands. The cold metal of the cuffs sent chills through my body. “Read him his fucking Miranda rights, Drew,” the cop that stood in front of me, staring bitterly at me said to the one who had cuffed me. I heard Dr

Mark“You couldn’t get me out sooner?” I berated my lawyer as we walked out of the precinct together. “I’m sorry,” he replied, “I was shocked to see you arrested and all those reporters…” “So? You froze?” I was angry at him because I knew he could have handled the situation better but more so, I was angry with myself. I had allowed them to play me for a fool and put up with immeasurable disgrace.“I’m sorry but I did…” “Forget it, Peter,” I hissed, “the damage has been done. But we have to prove that I did not try to r*pe her. I must prove my innocence to the public.” “About that…” I stopped walking, and so did my lawyer. His face looked red, like an overripe tomato. “What is it this time?” I asked, already seething before he even said a word. “You may have bigger problems than the rape allegation,” he said in a small voice. I frowned, “Explain clearly so I understand.” “They… Susan’s credentials are already trending online,” he replied, “people are dubbing her the next JP Mo

Mark I was fuming as I paced about my office. I stopped when I got to the front of my publicist. “What the fuck?” I demanded hotly as I handed her my iPad, pointing to the comment section of the recently streamed interview Susan had just given, “Why is she fucking trending?” My head of public relations, Sam Daniels, looked white and petrified, as if he were standing in front of a ghost. “Cuban-Rivers? Seriously?” My tone was full of so much anger that a part of me felt like my publicist might actually be pissed himself, but this was not the time to care about that. “Have you nothing to say for yourself?” I asked, irritated by the deafening silence that followed my outburst. “Perhaps you can…” my publicist began to say but kept quiet midway. “Perhaps I can?” I stood in front of him, looking right into his eyes. I saw him swallow, hesitant to say what was on his mind. I took a step backwards to appear less intimidating, “If you don’t start talking I’m going to fire your ass.”