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Chapter 63: The Only Man I Answer To

Author: Skylar Vandler
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-30 16:59:09

DEMETRIA

The leather of Marion’s Bugatti was warm against my legs, the morning sunlight slipping in through the tinted glass. My body still carried the afterglow of last night, the laughter, the kisses, the thrill of a night unlike any I’d ever had. Now, heading toward Anastasia’s house, reality was creeping back in, though not in an unpleasant way.

My phone buzzed, lighting up with a call from Papá. My chest softened. I hadn’t spoken to him since Friday, and guilt pricked at me.

I answered quickly. “Papá, buenos días. Good morning.”

“¡Mija, feliz cumpleaños atrasado! Happy belated birthday, my daughter!” His deep voice warmed my chest instantly.

I smiled. “Gracias, papá. Thank you, Dad.”

“How was it? Your birthday? ¿Te divertiste? Did you have fun?”

I bit my lip, my eyes flicking to Marion’s hands on the wheel, his fingers steady, his wristwatch catching the light. I lowered my voice slightly. “Sí, papá. Yes, Dad. It was… special.”

“Ajá,” he said knowingly, dragging the word. “Specia
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