Teach Me, Daddy!

Stolen kiss

Catherine stood in front of a skyscraper, in the middle of the business street in Manhattan. She hadn't visited this side of the city for a long time, since the death of her parents. She pushed the thought of her parents back and turned to look at Robert.

"Why are we here?" she asked.

"Mr. Mendez asked me to bring you here. Thomas is waiting at the reception area for you," Robert said, showing her the entrance of the skyscraper. The logo of Mendez Corporation came into view. She took a deep breath and got out of the car.

As she pushed through the revolving door, a marvelous reception area welcomed her. It was both lavish and aristocratic. One could easily understand how big the Mendez Corporation is only by the number of receiptionist was posted there. There were at least ten receptionists in the big reception desk area, and to her surprise, all of them were busy either on the phone or talking with the visitors and employees.

"Welcome to Mendez Corporation, Miss Mendez," Thomas greeted her with a smile that touched his eyes. Catherine flinched at first; she was still not used to this surname, Mendez. Then she relaxed under the curious gaze of the people passing by them. Many of them heard Thomas calling her 'Miss Mendez,' and they were curious about her identity.

"Thanks, Thomas. Where should we go?" Catherine asked; she wanted to leave the curious gazes as soon as possible. Because if what Archer told her was true, then she wouldn't be carrying this surname for long. So she didn't want others to remember her as a 'short-term Miss Mendez'.

"Please follow me. Mr. Mendez is waiting for you," saying that Thomas took her to an exclusive elevator and gave her a heads up.

"We are going to the boardroom to meet the shareholders of Mendez Corporation. Some old folks have been pressuring Mr. Mendez from the moment he took charge of the company to get settled. So please behave well in front of them if you want to help Mr. Mendez."

"I am always well behaved, Thomas. But I will try my best to help, Daddy," Catherine mentioned as she looked at the number flashed on the display. They were headed to the 87th floor. It didn't take them long to reach the 87th floor.

The interior of the floor was as spectacular as the reception area. They walked straight through the empty hallway to the end and stopped in front of a big glass door. Through the transparent door, she could see Archer sitting in the head chair with a frown. Surrounding him were at least a dozen serious-looking men who were far older than him.

"This is bad," Thomas muttered as he knocked on the door twice before opening it to reveal them. All the eyes in the room turned toward the door, including Archer's. The crease between Archer's brows relaxed. His eyes moved from Catherine's head to her toes. Looking at her exposed thighs, his gaze darkened for a split second before it turned back to neutral. He stood up, buttoning his suit jacket, and walked towards Catherine.

"Gentlemen, I present you my adopted daughter, Catherine Mendez," he announced to the room and pulled Catherine with him to the centre of the room.

"She is too old to be adopted. How old are you again?" one of the board members asked, observing the curvy girl in a short school uniform. Before Catherine could answer, another board member talked.

"Is that really your daughter? Or you brought her from your porn set to play schoolgirl with us? I wouldn't mind that, though," he said with a smirk. Moving his eyes over Catherine's body with greediness.

Archer clenched his fist in anger. He wanted to kill these bastards who were drooling over someone that belongs to him. But he needed their support in order to get hold of the company reign.

He calmed himself and looked toward Thomas, who hastily distributed folders containing Catherine's details and the adoption papers among the shareholders.

"I bet all your questions have been answered. So I want your signatures on the authority paper by the end of the month," saying that Archer circled his fingers around Catherine's wrist and dragged her out of the conference room along with him.

Archer took long strides to his cabin in anger. Catherine stumbled a few times trying to catch up with him. He was still holding her hand and dragging her with him. He only stopped after reaching his cabin.

He slammed the door to his cabin and loosened his grip on Catherine's wrist.

Catherine tried to say something, but the next second was stopped by the sight of Archer smashing and breaking things off his table. She stood in a corner and watched him unleashing his rage on the furniture. When he finally stopped, she took small steps toward him. Archer was facing the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of his cabin, still breathing heavily, when Catherine placed her trembling hand on his arm.

"Are you doing okay, now?" she whispered, still scared of his rage. She felt him going rigid under her touch and wanted to withdraw her hand. But the next moment, she was abruptly pushed against the glass wall by Archer. She found herself trapped there with Archer's both hands placed on her both shoulders.

"D-daddy," before she could complete her sentence, Archer crashed his lips on her. She always dreamed of her first kiss to be gentle and filled with love. But Archer's kiss was none of them. It was full of rage, aggression, and possessiveness.

He nibbled on her lips, sucking and pulling them in between his teeth. His hand moved down from her shoulder and covered her big breast. He squeezed her breast hard, making her gasp. Archer took the chance and pushed his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her with urgency. He needed someone to release his pent-up frustration, but Catherine's taste was sweet and addictive. He couldn't stop himself from exploring more.