《The Baker's Billionaire 》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 90 章

DEMETRIA The closer I got to my apartment door, the harder my heart pounded in my chest. I don’t know why common sense abandoned me, and I ended up in Marion’s beach house last night. Now, after telling him I was his woman, the fear was clawing at me again. I wasn’t scared of him hurting me. What terrified me was what could come of this. I know I said I wanted to live a little, but maybe I’d just taken it too far. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. Papá sat on the couch, slipping his reading glasses off as soon as he saw me. “Buenos días, mija.” Good morning, my girl. His tone was soft, but the weight behind it told me he’d been waiting. “Buenos días también, Papá,” Good morning to you too, dad. I said, shutting the door behind me. My voice lacked strength, and judging from the narrowing of his eyes, he caught it. He studied me for a moment, then asked simply, “¿Cómo te fue?” How did it go? I hesitated, then exhaled. “It went fine and… I told him I’d be his woman.” Papá bl

DEMETRIA It’s Wednesday. Game night. By 6:00 p.m., Papá and I were dressed and ready. Both of us proudly rocking Lakers jerseys like we’d been part of the franchise since birth. Papá wore a classic gold Lebron James #23 jersey, tucked neatly into his jeans like this was some kind of formal event. He’d even styled his salt-and-pepper hair with extra gel, and his brand-new white sneakers practically squeaked with every step. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was about to meet royalty. I wore a purple cropped Lebron James #6 jersey, paired with high-waisted jeans, white sneakers, hoop earrings, and my hair in a sleek ponytail. A little peach gloss, a dab of perfume, and, of course, the diamond necklace Marion had gifted me weeks ago. I wasn’t sure if I was flexing or just overwhelmed, but either way, I looked like someone who belonged courtside. We stepped outside, ready to start my car and take off. Instead, Stephen stood next to a black Escalade ESV, polished to a mirror shine

DEMETRIA The 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 sta

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 mou

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