All Chapters of The Baker's Billionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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 li

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

DEMETRIA“Marion!” I tried to guard my face. He had lifted a camera, brought it to his face, and took a picture. I had noticed it earlier when I entered his bedroom, where a large, flat-screen TV was on the wall across from the bed. Under it was a black dresser, the camera resting on top of it.“Relax. I won’t sell them to the blogs. It’s mine for perusal.” He grinned. He was now sitting on an ottoman. He played with the camera because I refused to strip. I’m stubborn, I know. “No need to be camera shy, Wildfire. It loves you, and you were made for it.” He flicked another photo. I rolled my eyes at his childishness, a smile tugging at my lips. Marion stood up. It was then that I noticed the bright yellow ropes. They were on his lap at first, but now in his hand.“What are those for?” I asked him. He turned and set the camera down. His eyes searched me.“Strip,” he demanded, his irises dark and dilated, voice husky and sultry. His dick rested like a log behind his briefs. “I won’t tel

DEMETRIA“Mmmm”. I let out a satisfied groan as I shifted and snuggled deeper into the warm and plush comforter. It was as if I were sleeping on top of a bed of clouds. The covers on me felt good against my skin. Although the comforter added warmth, the covers were cool and feathery soft. The king-size mattress was firm and felt good on my back. It helped me get some of the best sleep I’d had in a long time.The sound of someone moving around caused my eyes to snap open. I frowned and turned on my back, stretching my arms above my head and blinking slowly. I sat up slowly, not recognizing the bed I was in or the room I was in. For a second, I thought I had been kidnapped until memories of last night popped into my head. My skin flushed, and my lips tucked into my mouth. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me, but allowing Marion to tie me up and take pictures of me as if I were a Playboy model was completely out of character for me.The sex was some of the best I’d ever had. Marion fuc