All Chapters of The Baker's Billionaire : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

DEMETRIAThe smell of frosting and coffee still clung to me when I stepped out of my office, rubbing the back of my neck. It had been one of those days — three custom cake orders, a client who wanted “just one more little change,” and a delivery mix-up that nearly made Amanda cry.Before I could grab my purse, my phone buzzed on the counter. Anastasia.I answered with a tired grin. “Hola, bride-to-be.”“Don’t ‘hola’ me—thank Marion for saving your ass,” she scolded instantly. “If he hadn’t dragged you to lunch today, I was about to cancel on you. I was busy at the last minute. Sorry.”I snorted. “So you would’ve happily let me eat alone?”“Yes,” she replied flatly. “I love you, but not enough to be sacked from what gives me money.”I burst into laughter. “You’re heartless.”“I’m honest. Now, thank your rich boyfriend on my behalf. Tell him he fed the bride.”“I’ll tell him I paid the dowry.”“Stupid,” she snorted. “So tell me, how was it? Did he feed you or just stare at you like he’s

DEMETRIA “Come with me.” Marion kissed my ear as he whispered. The act alone caused me to pause my dancing, forgetting that people were around. And just the two of us.“What?” I asked with my lips curled, smiling, and staring into his eyes, which now looked like he was ready to ravish me on the dancefloor.“You heard me, Wildfire. Grinding in front of me got me fucked up.” He said through gritted teeth. “Come on.”We entered the same office we came to the last time. But this time, he sat us on the couch. He put his hands around my shoulder to come closer.“You know you’re full of trouble, right? Dancing like that got me fucked up back there.”“Maybe you just don’t have enough self-control,” I said, my tone dripping with mock innocence. I kissed him slowly. “Don’t blame me because you can’t handle a little rhythm.” I talked against his soft lips.Our mouths fused as his free hand slipped under my dress and between my thighs. Laying me back as we refused to unlatch our mouths, he tugge

DEMETRIA“I’m traveling on Tuesday. We’ll discuss it when I return. Today’s meeting can’t be postponed,” Marion said, seated at the dining table, phone pressed to his ear. His plate was already cleared, and he was still undressed.He met my gaze and crooked a finger, beckoning me closer. I set my bag on the seat beside him and stepped between his legs. But before I could say anything, he tugged me into his lap, peppering my neck with kisses. He'd better not start, I'd just finished dressing up.“Mar—” I began, but he silenced me with a brief kiss, still on his call.“Alright, I’ll call you when I get back.” He paused, listening for a few seconds before ending the call. No goodbyes. This man.“You should be polite. It’s nice,” I teased, as he set his phone down and wrapped his arms around my waist.“Me paying them doesn’t mean we’re on friendly terms, Wildfire.”I turned in his lap, meeting his smug look. “Okay, Mr. Arrogant.”He chuckled, mouth grazing my neck, sucking lightly until I

DEMETRIA“Papá, really? You’re way too comfortable for someone with a flight in under an hour,” I said, shaking my head as I came out of my room, tugging on my light blazer. He was lounging like he owned the apartment, stretched across the couch with his legs crossed, a mug of coffee balanced in one hand and his phone in the other.He glanced at me lazily and smirked. “¿Vuelo? No tengo vuelo.” Flight? I have no flight.I froze. “What do you mean you have no flight? Your ticket—”He lifted a hand, silencing me like he always did when I was younger. “Marion offered me his private jet. Said I’d be more comfortable that way.”For a second, I just stared at him. “Excuse me?”Papá chuckled at my wide-eyed expression, clearly enjoying how rattled I was. “Mija, you should’ve seen the way he said it. Calm, confident. Like it was the most normal thing in the world. ‘Cancel your flight, I’ll call my pilot tonight,’ he told me. That man is serious.”I blinked, heat crawling up my neck. Of course,

DEMETRIA“I love you, Marion Whitfield,” I whispered, no longer able to hold those words in. I stared into Marion’s eyes. No, this man wasn’t perfect, but he’s all mine. Yes. Mine. My Handsome Devil. And I was sure there were things in my past that would bother me. But that was the past. And I’d already lived through that, already argued about it, and made it past that.I needed to focus on my future with this handsome man who was so damn patient with me, even when I wasn’t patient with myself or with him. The man who touched me with such tenderness that it brought tears to my eyes. The man who spoke to me calmly, even when I tried to resist, even when I knew I was frustrating him. The man who was obsessed with me and my well-being fiercely. The man who was willing to fall into the abyss with me and pull us both out. The man who loved me so much that I could hear it in his voice when he talked to me. There was no mistaking it, I loved this man.His eyes widened, and his mouth dropped