《The Baker's Billionaire 》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

DEMETRIA“You don’t give up, do you?” I asked, arms folded, glaring at him like the nuisance he was. “I’ve blocked you on everything, Mark. Yet here you are again, like gum on the bottom of my shoe.”His jaw clenched. “Marion Whitfield? Really, Demetria?”I laughed. Loud, sharp, and sarcastic. “Oh, so now you keep up with my love life? Funny how you couldn’t even keep up with me when we were together.”He flinched but pushed forward. “He’s not good for you.”“And you were?” I arched a brow. “Please. Spare me the revisionist history. You were only consistent at one thing: excuses.”Mark stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I saw you at the gala. On social media. That dance, that kiss… You really think he’s serious about you? He’s Marion Whitfield. The man probably has women lined up in every time zone.”I smirked. “And yet, out of all those time zones, he was kissing me. Not you.”His nostrils flared. “I’m serious, Demetria. Give me a chance. Let me prove I can be better this time.”I t

DEMETRIAMy phone buzzed on the nightstand just as I was about to slip out of bed. Anastasia. I swiped to answer, already smiling.“Happy birthday, Wildfire!” her voice sang through the receiver, full of energy even this early.I laughed, groaning playfully. “It’s too early for all that noise, Anas.”“Too early? Girl, it’s your birthday. I should be outside your window with mariachis and balloons.”I snorted. “Please don’t.”She ignored me, her tone shifting to teasing. “Sooo… what’s the plan with Mr. Whitfield tonight, huh? Candlelight dinner? Helicopter ride? Jet to Paris?”I rolled my eyes, though I could feel myself blushing. “Stop it. It’s just dinner.”“Uh-huh. Just dinner with the man who kissed you in front of your bakery like he owned you.”“Anas!” I squealed, burying my face in the pillow.“Don’t even try to deny it. Anyway, you'd better close the bakery early, fix your nails, and style that hair. No excuses. I want you looking like the queen you are.”I sighed dramatically.

DEMETRIAI stepped into my apartment, heart still fluttering, thanks to Marion’s gifts. Damn, this man. I paused in front of my bedroom mirror, admiring my nails and the way my hair curled just so. Previously, when Anastasia and I shopped for the gala, we stopped by The NOW Massage + Wellness in Culver City, they have the most luxurious waxing and skin services. I remembered how pampered I felt there.As soon as I closed the door behind me, I peeled off my dress and headed straight for the bathroom. With Marion’s black card still in my wallet, I’d treated myself well tonight: spa appointment done, wax fresh. In my jacuzzi, I ran my fingers over my skin, smooth where it mattered, letting the glow of self-care wash over me. Done, I leaned into the bathroom mirror, smirking at my reflection. Spa, wax, nails, hair, every detail was just right. I plan to get laid tonight. And I know Marion will deliver.I towel-dried my hair and wrapped myself in the silk robe hanging by the bathroom door.

DEMETRIAMy jaw practically hit the floor. “...Where are we going?” I asked him. A sleek black helicopter rested on the tarmac, the rotors still, but the promise of adventure palpable in the air. I’m curious right now.Marion smirked. “Come on, let’s go. We don’t want to keep the pilot waiting.” I climbed in, the leather seats cool beneath me. The lift-off was smooth, almost unreal, the city shrinking beneath us as we soared into the sky. My pulse quickened, not from the height, though that certainly helped, but from the thrill of Marion’s secret. He leaned back in his seat as soon as we boarded, looking effortlessly unbothered. “Mar—” I began.He interrupted me and said. “Just enjoy the ride, Wildfire. Destination unknown.”I had no idea where we were going, and Marion’s usual teasing smirk didn’t help. Every time I asked a question, he’d tilt his head and murmur something like, “You’ll see,” and I’d groan in frustration.The helicopter hummed through the darkening sky, the city lig

DEMETRIAI hated to admit it, but the night hadn’t gone as badly as I expected. The last thing I thought Marion would do was fly me to Santa Barbara just to celebrate my birthday. When he first mentioned a birthday dinner, I knew he was serious, but still, I refused to make anything easy for him. Dinner turned out to be amazing, though, the kind of food that spoiled me for anything else. It started with Marion wanting to know everything about me, but I wasn’t ready to reveal too much. Not yet. Still, as the night went on, I found myself relaxing, letting go, and actually enjoying it and our sexcapade…“I didn’t agree to a nightcap,” I remarked as soon as the helicopter lifted off. I eyed him, running my hands absently over my thighs. Taking a deep breath, I glanced around the cabin. I’d never been to Marion’s place; he was always the one barging into mine.He turned and winked at me before leaning over to buckle the seatbelt across my lap.“Well… the night isn’t over for me,” he said,