Chapter 12 An Incredible Day With My Daughter 3

• "Hello, Cintia, I see you're very well accompanied today," the woman said.
• "Yes, teacher, her name is Sofia, she's going to be my mommy," my little one said, making me emotional again, trying to hold back the tears that wanted to fall.
• "I'm very happy for you, Mr. Harris. My name is Clara, ma'am," the teacher said, shaking both of our hands.
• "Pleasure to meet you," I said, smiling.
• "Clara, I'm sorry, but we have to go. We'll talk another day," Mark Harris said.
• After leaving the little one with her teacher at the daycare, Mark and I returned to the car. Mark told the driver where to take us. When the car stopped and the driver opened the door, Harris got out first and offered me his hand to help me out, and then we both entered the clinic.
• After the exams that the doctors at that clinic gave each of us, we left that place and got into the car to return to Harris' house. We entered and headed to the living room, I sat on the sofa while Harris poured himself some whisky from the bar cabinet in the room, then sitting next to me.
• "If we get married this afternoon, I suppose you'll want little Cynthia to attend our wedding," I said.
• "Of course, she has already left my daughter's clothes at the nursery for them to prepare," he replied.
• "Do you have a nanny, Mr. Harris?" I asked, smiling.
• "Have you never had one, Sofia?" he answered.
• "Yes, but you don't let me see her or invite her to the wedding. I suppose our wedding will be very serious and without rose petals when we are congratulated, right?" I asked, watching as Harris shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
• "Sofia, I believe that when you signed the contract, you understood all the provisions that will apply when we get married. Please don't make me repeat it," he said.
• "Of course, the damn contract where I have no rights but obligations," I said very seriously.
• "If you don't like the obligation you have with your own daughter, we can break the contract right now if you want," he said as he took a sip of the liquor.
• "I'm not talking about my daughter, Mr. Harris. I mentioned the obligations I will have with you, your doll in bed, being at your complete disposal, and being, as I would say, a kind of expensive prostitute," I said, looking very serious.
• "Take it as you wish, I'm not going to argue with you about that, but keep in mind that when I want, I can have any woman outside of this marriage. But right now, I want you. What would your mother say about that? I'm sure she would be cursing me over and over again. That's my revenge for what she did, to her daughter until she screams or begs, and leave her exhausted when I make her mine as many times as I want," he said.
• "You're a degenerate, Mark Harris," I said angrily.
• Mark took my chin with his fingers to make me look at him, and without breaking eye contact, I saw him move his mouth closer to mine. It was impossible to pull away because if he desired me, I desired him too. But I couldn't let him use me. I had to admit that I was not like my mother, and that was very difficult to achieve at that moment. He pressed his lips against mine, put his hand on the back of my neck, pulling my head towards him, and pushed his tongue deep into my throat. I felt my panties getting wet with desire for this man. He pulled away from my mouth after a few minutes, still looking at me.
• "I'm sure if I put my hand under your dress, you're wet and ready for me," he said, a half"smile on his lips."
• "I signed the contract to be with my daughter and to prevent you from destroying my family as you threatened me that day. But I will be yours when I want, don't think that just because of a passionate kiss you just gave me, I will open my legs for you whenever you want, even if that's in your damn contract," I replied, getting up from the sofa at that moment to leave the room.
• I ran up the stairs leading to the bedrooms, while I could hear Mark's laughter in the living room. I entered my bedroom, leaning my back against the door, crying with anger and frustration, knowing that once I married him and lay in the same bed, the desire I felt for that man would bloom like a beautiful flower. But I told myself that I had to be strong and not let a man like Mark Harris manipulate me his way. Even though Adela came to my bedroom to tell me that the food was already prepared on the table, I didn't want to go down to the dining room to eat with Mark, not giving in to his attempts to force me. So, I turned on the water taps and prepared the hot tub in the bathroom of my bedroom, undressed and got in, closing my eyes for a moment trying to relax until I heard Harris' voice inside the bathroom.
• "You didn't come down to eat, why? If you think I cared that you didn't eat with me, you're very wrong Sofia," he said.
• "Is it your custom to enter a woman's bedroom without knocking, Mr. Harris?" I asked.
• "I remind you that you are in my house and there was no sign saying 'do not enter' hanging on the door, Miss Lopez," he replied, smiling.
• "Don't worry about that, next time I'll put it up," I replied sarcastically.
• "Next time, Miss Lopez, you will be my wife and that won't stop me from entering and seeing you bathe naked," he said.
• "You are hateful, leave so I can get out and get dressed, I think we will both be late," I replied.
• When Mark Harris left, I got out of the hot tub, wrapped a towel around my body, and returned to the bedroom to see a white mermaid tail dress with diamond encrustations, white lace lingerie completely transparent, a garter with a small blue bow, and stiletto heels matching the dress on the bed.
• After dressing, I approached the mirror in the bedroom, admiring how well the dress fit me, thinking that this man would never stop surprising me, even though the lingerie covered very little. I left the bedroom and slowly descended the stairs to the living room. When Harris and I entered, we stared at each other, noticing that he was looking me up and down, approaching me seconds later, his beautiful eyes filled with lust and desire.