The Baker's Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

MARION The moment Paula stormed out of my office, her perfume still hanging in the air like cheap arrogance, I knew I couldn’t stay another minute in my office inside the resort. I needed to get some reviews done, plus, there was only one person I wanted to see. Demetria. Not that I’d ever say it out loud. I worked for hours in the suite I shared with Demetria over the weekend. Reviewing financial budgets and also seeing the improvement of my businesses all around the continent. My office at The Whitfields Global, my empire, is under renovation. I’ll start working there next week on Monday. I needed to start traveling to oversee my hotels and casinos around the continent myself. I checked my wristwatch and it was now 3:30 pm. I grabbed my keys and left without another word. The resort could run itself for a few hours; my manager is also nearby. I drove with the top down on the Rolls, the Malibu afternoon sun blazing over the coastline as I headed toward Culver City. By the time I

MARION The week passed in a whirlwind of meetings, calls, and endless site visits. I felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on my shoulders, but my mind kept flicking to Demetria, to the moments I’d stolen over FaceTime and in texts. She had been my constant thought, even in the middle of land acquisitions and blueprint revisions. This morning, I met with my lawyer and Mr. Buckman, the landowner, to finalize the purchase of the plot in Santa Barbara for my new resort. The process had been methodical and detailed. My lawyer ensured every legal contingency was covered, including the zoning restrictions, environmental assessments, and utility easements. Mr. Buckman had been meticulous about the soil reports, access roads, and water rights. I signed the final documents with a flourish, imagining the resort rising over the coastal cliffs, private and secluded, a perfect getaway for a select few. “This land is perfect, Marion,” Mr. Buckman said, shaking my hand. “You’ve got the v

MARION As I steered the car toward my parents’ estate, the image of Demetria’s father standing in her hallway replayed in an endless loop. The way I’d stepped toward him, heat surging through my veins like a threat I wanted to act on. My fists had itched to land, my jaw had locked, and my mind refused to consider reason. Only one thing had echoed loudly in my head: mine. And then she’d said the word that nearly knocked the breath out of me. Dad. I exhaled slowly, fingers tightening around the steering wheel. You need to control that jealousy, Whitfield. You made a fool of yourself. But at the same time, the possessive part of me, the ugliest, rawest part, murmured, At least you showed where you stand. Without hesitation, I picked up my phone from the console and called her. She answered after a few rings, with a warmth I felt down to my bones. “Marion.” “Wildfire,” I breathed, unable to hide how much I needed to hear her. “I’ve missed you.” “You saw me last night, Handsome Devi

DEMETRIA When we pulled up to Anastasia’s house, an elegant two-story Spanish-style home in Culver City, Anastasia was already at the door. The moment she saw Papá, she rushed forward warmly. “Señor Hernández, bienvenido.” (Mr. Hernández, welcome ) Papá smiled, hugging her briefly. “Gracias, mi niña.” (Thank you, my girl.) Her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Mendoza, greeted him like he was extended family. We all gathered around the dining room table, which was covered in homemade mole, arroz rojo, tortillas, carnitas, and agua fresca in glass pitchers. It smelled like every Sunday of my childhood. “I know your mom cooked all this,” I whispered, teasing Anastasia as we set plates. “Of course she did. I just said yes to everything.” I guffawed. “Girl, get close to the stove. It’s never too late. You’ll be Mrs. soon.” “Nope, I’ll pass. Plus, my man is okay with that. He can cook, so…” She shrugged, blushing. “Lucky you.” “Says the one being spoiled by her billionaire, handsome devil,” s

DEMETRIA Marion’s command undid me, turned me on even more. I did as I was told, and I turned to my side. Getting behind me, he lifted my leg since I was too spent to, and pushed his way inside my pussy. “Fuck, Wildfire.” He said and bit down on my shoulder, as if he was willing himself not to cum. ”Mmm, fuck.” he groaned, moving slowly. I was in ecstasy, impatient and horny. So I took control as I began to glide my pussy up and down his shaft. At first, it was smooth and slow, but I sped up, causing our skin to clash and collide. Yes! “Fuck!” I cried out, digging my nails into his forearm that was wrapped around me since he had his fingers toying with my clit. “Wildfire, you’ll make me nut. Slow the fuck up,” He spoke up, regretfully, like he wasn’t ready to be done. But I had to increase my stamina, I needed to cum so bad. I listened to him this time, and he started to glide in and out of my throbbing pussy. I turned slightly so we could tongue kiss hungrily but passionately.