Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy-Chapter 49 | The Walk Of Shame Is Only A Shame If You Are Capable Of Feeling It
I woke up to the smell of cinnamon and honey, with Mera’s red skin pressed against mine from shoulder to ankle. Her tail was wrapped around my leg like it had been all night, warm and possessive.
My eyes adjusted to the morning light streaming through the blinds I’d forgotten to close. Mera’s back was a mess of scratches - some shallow, some deep enough that tiny beads of blood had dried along the lines. Her neck was covered in dark red marks that stood out against her already crimson skin. Her ass had visible handprints.
Jesus Christ. What had I done to this girl?
No, that wasn’t right. What had we done to each other?
I looked down at my own chest. Four parallel lines ran from my collarbone to my abs where her nails had raked me. My shoulders had crescent-shaped indentations from her teeth. My thighs ached from holding her up against the wall for twenty minutes while she came twice.
Mera stirred, mumbling something incoherent before rolling over to face me. Her eyes remained closed, but a smile spread across her face.
"Morning," she said, voice raw from screaming.
"Morning." I pushed her hair back from her face. "You okay?"
She laughed. "I feel like I got hit by a truck. A sexy truck that knows exactly what it’s doing." She stretched, wincing slightly. "Everything hurts. Worth it."
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Marco, letting me know he was downstairs. I texted back to give us twenty minutes.
"We need to get moving. School."
Mera groaned. "Skip it. Stay in bed." Her hand slid down my stomach, wrapping around me. "I can think of better ways to spend the morning."
Christ, this girl. One night of marathon sex and she was ready for round... what were we on now? Five? Six?
"As much as I’d love to keep destroying each other," I said, catching her wrist, "we need to maintain appearances. I have an ultimatum to deal with, remember?"
She pouted but released me. "Fine. But I’m using your shower first." She climbed out of bed, giving me a perfect view of her ass as she walked to the bathroom. "Unless you want to join me?"
I’d created a monster. A beautiful, insatiable monster with red skin and a tail that knew exactly how to wrap around my—
"Coming?"
I was out of bed before she finished the word.
The shower took longer than planned.
By the time Marco dropped us at the main entrance, first period had already started. Mera walked beside me through the courtyard, her uniform pristine but her neck still sporting faint marks my mouth had left. She’d made no attempt to cover them. If anything, she seemed proud.
"You know people are going to talk," I said.
She shrugged. "Let them. I’m not ashamed."
"Neither am I."
"Good." She took my hand in hers, interlacing our fingers. "Because I don’t think your face has been this interesting since you stood up to Nolan in Reeves’ class."
I followed her gaze. Students crossing the quad were staring openly, phones raised. Some pretended to text while obviously taking photos. Others didn’t even bother with the pretense, pointing directly at us.
"Looks like we’re trending," I said.
Mera laughed. "Welcome to Coastline Academy, where everyone knows everything about everyone within twenty minutes."
We reached Building C just as the first period bell rang. Students poured into the hallway, creating a sea of movement that parted around us like we were carrying some contagious disease. The whispers were immediate:
"Is that D’Angelo with—"
"—Marilyn Cross, yeah—" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
"—didn’t think she was his type—"
"—bet he’s just using her for—"
"—said they left her dorm together yesterday—"
One girl held up her phone, showing her friend a social media post. I caught a glimpse of the screen—a photo of me leaving Building F early yesterday morning, looking thoroughly disheveled. The caption read: "Angelo heir’s walk of shame from Cross’s dorm #CoastlineDrama #RichBoyGotSome"
"You’re famous," Mera whispered, squeezing my hand.
"We’re famous," I corrected.
As we turned the corner toward our classroom, I spotted her immediately. Cheon Hae-Won, class representative, standing outside Room 2-A with perfect posture and a face like she’d swallowed glass.
Her eyes locked on our joined hands. Then moved to the marks on Mera’s neck. Then to my face.
The color drained from her cheeks so fast I thought she might pass out.
"Morning, Class Rep," I said cheerfully.
Mera’s grip on my hand tightened. She’d noticed Cheon’s reaction. Of course she had. Mera didn’t miss anything.
"You’re late," Cheon said, voice clipped and formal. "Both of you."
"Traffic," I lied.
"For the second day in a row?"
"What can I say? Century City is busy in the mornings."
Cheon’s eyes narrowed. "The academy handbook states that students are expected to plan their commutes to account for—"
"Oh relax, Panda," Mera interrupted. "We’re like two minutes late."
Cheon’s face went from pale to red in an instant. "That is not my name."
"Sure thing, Panda." Mera tugged my hand. "Come on, Rome. Solana’s gonna start without us."
We walked past Cheon into the classroom. Just before the door closed, I heard her whisper, "You were with her last night?"
I glanced back, caught her eye, and winked.
The door shut.
Inside, the classroom was a hive of barely contained chaos. Students huddled in small groups, phones out, voices hushed but excited. When we walked in, holding hands, the volume dropped to silence.
Solana stood at the front, orange hair glowing at the tips, red glasses perched on her nose. Her eyes moved from our faces to our joined hands to the marks on Mera’s neck, and a slow, knowing smile spread across her face.
"Well, look who decided to join us," she said. "D’Angelo and Cross, how nice of you to grace us with your presence."
"Sorry we’re late," I said.
"Traffic was a bitch," Mera added.
Someone snickered. Aurora, the main heroine, sitting next to Nolan, covered her mouth to hide a smile. Nolan just looked confused, the poor bastard.
"Take your seats," Solana said, gesturing to the back row. "And try not to distract the class more than you already have."
