All Chapters of The Baker's Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MARION“Let’s meet today in Mikhail’s club. I’ve already texted him. He said he’ll be waiting,” Cyprian said.Cyprian and Mikhail have been my two closest friends since high school. Mikhail had to return to Russia during our college days but we kept in touch while I went to Yale University with Cyprian, who is an actor now.“I wanted to rest this evening. I have a flight to catch tomorrow morning. I need to oversee things at my casino in Vegas,” I tell him.“Marion, come on, it’s been a while since we last met for leisure like this. Liquor and women to fuck, man”. I laughed, shaking my head.“Aren’t you the one with a movie coming up? You need to stay alert. And I don’t sleep with random women, that’s your style.”“Come on, man, let’s have fun on Friday night. After all, it’s your jet. You can sleep comfortably”.“Sure, I’ll come through.”“That’s what I’m talking about! You owe me, remember? Today is the night to fulfill your promise, bro.”“Okay. See you later.”“Yep. More ladies at

DEMETRIA We entered an office in the corner. Marion turned my back to the door and started kissing me again. Our tongues are fighting to take control of the kiss. I'm wet already.“Let me enjoy you at this moment. You can go back to hating me tomorrow morning. Can I?”. He asked, his voice hoarse and raspy.“You're asking me as if I have a choice; we're already in a room. It's too late to turn back, don't you think?” I shot back, smirking.“I’m glad you're starting to see how this works. I promise you'll be on cloud nine, though. Don't worry, you'll enjoy this.” He chuckles, slowly.“You're talking too much, get to work”. I taunt him.He growled, carrying me to the desk, clearing the top of it to lay me down.“Up”. He commanded authoritatively.A shiver shot up my spine. Licking my lips, I did as he said, leaning back on my hands. He pushed my dress to my hip and moved me to the edge of the desk.“Don't wear this dress outside again. For my eyes only”.“And if I do?”He looked at me wi

DEMETRIA“DEMETRIA!”. Anastasia shouted as she walked into my apartment. I was in my kitchen making a cup of coffee to get my day started. Who told me going to the club last night was a good idea? “Girl, why are you so energetic this morning? I still have a hangover”. “You have a hangover from whatever you did with Marion, don't blame it on me.” She laughed at my predicament. The moment she said that, flashes of last night came rushing back.“Okay… I see you. Look at your cheeks turning red. Spill now!” She said, tapping on the counter.“He fingered me and brought me to an orgasm. Multiple times, girl,” I confessed, covering my cheeks with my hands as I leaned against the counter.“Go girl!”I laughed, shaking my head while sipping my coffee.“How was your experience with him?” She pressed.“Argh, I was on cloud nine, girl. His kisses alone had me soaking my panties so bad. The moment he brought me to my first orgasm, I couldn't feel my legs”.“Atta girl! Better than Mark?”“Girl, he

DEMETRIAThe bell above the bakery door jingled as my last customer left, arms full of pastry boxes tied neatly with gold string. I exhaled, leaning against the counter, the weight of the day finally settling into my bones. Saturdays were supposed to feel lighter, but with Monday looming ahead, it didn’t. At least Anastasia should be in any moment now—I needed the distraction. Plus, we closed at 4:00 p.m. on Saturdays, and Lord knows I was ready to lock up and sprint home.The first tasting with Mrs. Whitfield had gone better than I expected. She’d been warm, gracious even, which honestly shocked me. The woman radiated the kind of elegance that made you feel like you should stand straighter, maybe even wear pearls to speak to her. And then—like it was nothing—she handed me a thousand dollars, just as a small compensation. My jaw had almost dropped when I opened it in my car, but I held it together. Barely.But of course, leave it to her son, Marion Whitfield, to complicate things. He w

DEMETRIA“A date?” I asked, arms folded, pinning him with a stare.“Yes. Wildfire. A date.” His lips curved into a smile, and damn it, my pussy reacted before my brain could catch up. I shook my head hard.“If you think you’re going to blackmail me now that the gala’s a go—just to make me go out with you—then I’ll decline, Marion.” My words came out clipped, sharp.“And why would I do that?” He tilted his head, a smirk carved on his mouth like it belonged there.I shrugged. “Just because you’re capable, Marion Whitfield.”“Hmmm. I see.”He slid his phone out of his suit pocket, tapping the screen like I wasn’t even there. Focused. Effortless. And yet, I found myself watching him and admiring him.His hair was slightly overgrown, strands brushing his thick brows as though he’d run his hand through it too many times. His blue-black three-piece suit fit like it had been stitched onto him, sculpting broad shoulders and that lean, impossible frame. And then there was the diamond-crusted wat