All Chapters of SLEEPING WITH MY DADDY’S DAUGHTER : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MarkSusan walked into the shareholder’s meeting like she owned the room. The room fell quiet and all heads turned to look at her. Her presence unsettled me, and I could hear my heart pounding loudly in my ears.I shifted my gaze from her and cleared my throat, ignoring her sashay towards an empty chair in front. “I implore all shareholders not to lose faith in the vision of Cuban Group,” I said in a clear voice, “my father built this group with a vision to expand globally and while he succeeded in part, I intend to build on that vision.” A shareholder in front raised his hand. “Shares have been fluctuating since you took over from your father,” he said, “some of us are beginning to question your capabilities in leading this company and fulfilling Richard Cuban's vision for this group.” Another person rose up to speak, “Already, analysts are speculating that our annual profit for this month will drop by twenty-five percent. What steps are you taking to ensure that does not happen?

Mark “What do you mean it's real?” I asked my lawyer. Peter had the expression of someone who would rather be anywhere else. But he did not have that luxury because he was stuck in my office with me well after working hours. “Your father really did give her five percent of his own shares,” said Peter, “which means the thirteen percent you inherited from him… five percent belongs to Susan.” I scoffed. “So she’s the unnamed inheritor in the will? The one who owns five percent?” I asked him. “Yes.” “Does that make any sense to you?” I asked Peter, “Why would my father give five percent of his shares to a stranger?” Peter gave me a look that said I knew the answer to my own question. “Come on!” I exclaimed, “Don’t give me that. Susan is not my father’s daughter. We both know…” “No,” Peter’s tone was firm, “you are convinced that she is not your father’s daughter. I do not share that view.” “Peter? Seriously?” “The DNA result is real, Mark,” Peter’s tone was on the brink of fru

Mark I could still taste her on my tongue. I traced my lips with the edge of my index finger, trying to remember the softness of hers. My groin hardened as the moment recreated itself in my mind. Soft and tender and yet so supple… “What are you thinking about?” I was jerked out of my subconsciousness by Peter who stood at my side. I cleared my throat and replied, “Nothing.” He stared at me for a while, certainly itching to say something, but then deciding quickly against it.“Susan is talking to Ian Gofminth,” Peter said. I looked up and saw her and a woman talking to Ian. The three of them were laughing about something and a tingle of jealousy fluttered in my chest. “Aren't you going to do anything about that?” asked Peter. Ian was the second-largest shareholder in the company after me. He was also my father's best friend when he was alive. If Susan could convince Ian to support her, it meant she already had half the board behind her. “What would I say to him?” I asked Peter,

MarkI held the report in my hand like I had scored a victorious win. I could not wait to see the smugness on Susan's face run out when I shoved this in her face. “You owe me an apology,” I said with glee as I looked at the slightly troubled face of my lawyer. Peter was meant to be happy with me, but he did not seem to share my excitement. “Why are you not happy?” I asked him, “Don't you know what this means?” The frown on Peter's face deepened. “Sir, I don't think…” But he left his sentence hanging midway. “Anyway,” I said, “I plan to reveal this at the executive shareholders' meeting.” Finally! I would have Susan Rivers out of my life along with her annoying mother. “Maybe we should hold on,” said Peter. “Why?” I asked him. “Do you think this is fake?” I asked, holding up the result in my hand.“No sir,” he said, “but…” “Then there is no but,” I said with a smile, “Susan will have to give back all the shares she has acquired so far… I am feeling merciful so I shall not s

Mark “You know,” she said, “now that we are not siblings we can fuck.” I gulped because she had said what was on my mind since I walked into the bar, and saw her in a cropped top and low waist jeans hunched over the bar and downing shots like it was water. “What?” I wanted her, but I was certainly shocked to hear her echo my thoughts out loud. She shrugged her shoulders and downed another glass, “It’s your choice but I leave town tonight. You’ll never get another chance.” My face was hot and I could not tell if it was from Susan’s shameless request or from the alcohol. I finished my glass and signalled for the bartender to pour me another one. “So?” Susan asked, “what do you say?” “I think you’re drunk,” I replied, trying not to look at her beautiful eyes which twinkled in the dimly lit bar. “I’m not drunk enough that you’ll be taking advantage of me, but I’m drunk enough to make bad decisions,” she leaned in and kissed me suddenly, startling me. Her lips melted into mine lik