All Chapters of SLEEPING WITH MY DADDY’S DAUGHTER : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SusanHe cupped my breasts in his hand, flicking my nipples gently, provoking a gasp from me. I shut my eyes and forgot everything else. And Mark was right, I could always catch a train later. There was no need to hurry. His lips trailed soft kisses along the nape of my neck. I had never known such an action to be so deeply erotic. I could not blame the alcohol for the things I felt now. Except for a slight hangover, being cured by Mark's expert fingers kneading my nipples, the alcohol from last night was all drained away. Mark's kisses went further down my chest, stopping midway to kiss the mound of my breasts softly before taking one whole in his mouth. His hand still massaged one of my breasts gently as he sucked on another with his mouth. The friction of his tongue and my nipples did not just leave me wet and moaning loudly, not caring if anyone was listening, but it made me so wet that I felt water dripping down my legs. The sensation took over my brain, over my nerves, over e

Susan “Look who is back,” the house was clouded with smoke from the huge pipe that rested between her lips. I eyed her, slightly disgusted and clearly embarrassed that such a woman had raised me. “What? College did not work out for you again?” she teased, her tone mocking. I did not have time for her derision. I was only here for answers so I shoved the picture in her face. “Explain this!” I yelled at her bitterly. She took the picture from her hand and set down her pipe on the low stool in front of her. She straightened her posture as she studied the picture. I saw her eyes darken as she stared intently at the picture. “Where the hell did you get this from?” She demanded from me in a tone of hostility. “Does it matter?” I asked with a scoff, “Why didn't you tell me you had a twin?”She set the picture beside her pipe and cackled like I was making a bad joke.“So?” she finally said when she had recovered from her harsh laughter, “what if I have a twin?” “Who is she? Where is s

Susan I felt like my world was falling into a million pieces right before my eyes. My vision blurred as I looked at the DNA result in my hands. It couldn't be, could it? The woman I believed all my life to be my mother was not my mother? Who was I then? Who was I?“Is it that shocking?” the lady who had handed the result to me asked. I looked at her but my vision remained blurry. I rubbed my eyes and said, “This… It may be wrong, yes?” The woman had a smile on her lips. She had definitely been asked this question so many times. “The result is conclusive,” she said, “it is not wrong.” “But… but there can be an error…” “You can request to have another test done,” she said kindly, “but I know another test will not change the result.” I nodded and walked out of the testing centre in a daze, my mind filled with conflicting emotions as I continued to stare at the result. I continued walking, almost absentmindedly, and ran into a warm wall. I knew I had hit someone, so I bowed and t

Susan The woman I had known all my life as Eleanor Rivers was seated across from me, a clear glass dividing us. She picked up the phone on her end and I did the same. “Did you really do it?” I asked her despite the overwhelming evidence I faced. Still, I wanted to hear it from her. “Did you kill my mother?” I asked her. She laughed, a throaty wicked laughter like she did not care what I thought of her. “Does it make you happy that I'm behind bars?” she asked me, “you finally got what you wanted, didn't you?” “You think this makes me happy?” I asked bitterly. “Then why did you have me arrested?” she asked me, “You did not have to report me to the cops.”I had always wondered while growing up how she had been able to afford to buy all those drugs she was addicted to and I knew the answer now. She had gotten that money by extorting Mark's mother. She had collected so much from the woman that it would have been more than enough to provide us a comfortable life, and yet she chose t

Susan It felt surreal. “With a unanimous vote, you are hereby appointed president of the Cuban Group.” Even the applause that erupted around the board felt unreal. The sight of Mark seated at my right, clapping hard to cheer me, felt unreal as well. I had gone from an ordinary college graduate with a toxic mother to the president of one of the largest cooperatives in the entire world. I cleared my throat as the applause died down. “Thank you,” I said, bowing my head a little bit. “It has been an honour to serve on this esteemed board these past few months. You have made room for me even when I knew absolutely nothing. Thank you for your unwavering support.” Another warm applause followed, and I proceeded to sit down for the first time at the head of the table—a table where the father I had never met growing up had left for me. **** “You know,” Mark said as we walked along the shoreline at the beach, “it's been exactly a year since you stumbled into my life demanding that you