Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy-Chapter 75 - 76 | How to Put a Girl Back Together

Cheon Hae-Won stared at the ceiling and tried to remember how to be a person who made rational decisions.

The sheet covered her from chest to knees. Her hair stuck to her neck with sweat. Her body ached in places she had never consciously thought about before tonight.

Rome D’Angelo sat next to her on the bed, completely naked and apparently unbothered by this fact, watching her with his mismatched eyes like he could see directly into her skull.

She needed to leave.

She wanted to stay.

The gap between those two truths felt wide enough to swallow her whole.

"Stay," Rome said again.

Just that. One word. No pressure behind it. No performance.

Her throat closed.

"I packed the bag because I didn’t know what would happen," she said. "Not because I assumed anything."

"I know."

"You don’t actually want me to stay. You’re just being polite."

Rome laughed. Actually laughed. Low and rough and genuinely amused.

"Hae-Won," he said. "I just spent the last hour making you come three times. Politeness left the building somewhere around the second one."

Her face burned.

"That’s—you can’t just—"

"Can’t just what. Say it out loud?"

"Yes."

"Why not. You were there. You know what happened."

She pulled the sheet higher. "This is different."

"How."

"Because now we’re talking about it."

"So?"

"So it’s embarrassing."

Rome shifted on the bed, turning to face her properly. His hand found hers under the sheet, fingers threading through hers like they belonged there.

The drain hummed between them. Quiet now. Warm instead of electric.

"You don’t get to be embarrassed," he said.

"I’m the class representative."

"Not right now you’re not."

"I’m always—"

"Hae-Won." His thumb traced circles on the back of her hand. "Right now you’re just a girl lying in my bed after getting thoroughly fucked. The class representative can come back tomorrow."

The casual vulgarity should have made her flinch.

Instead, something low in her stomach tightened.

She turned her head to look at him. His white hair caught the dim light from the windows. His heterochromatic eyes watched her with an intensity that made her lungs forget how to work.

"Stay," he said for the third time.

Her resistance crumbled.

"Fine," she whispered.

"Fine?"

"Yes. Fine. I’ll stay."

Rome smiled. Not his usual smirk. Something softer. Something that made her chest ache in a way she absolutely did not have time to analyze.

"Good," he said.

Then he stood, the sheet pooling around his waist before he kicked it away entirely.

Hae-Won’s eyes tracked down before she could stop herself.

Rome caught her looking and his smile widened.

"See something you like?"

"Shut up."

"That’s not a no."

She grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at his face.

He caught it one-handed, laughing, and tossed it back onto the bed.

"Come on," he said.

"Where?"

"Shower."

Hae-Won pulled the sheet tighter around herself. "I can shower by myself."

"Probably," Rome agreed. "But you won’t."

"Excuse me?"

He crossed to her side of the bed and crouched down so they were eye level. His hands found the edge of the sheet she was clutching.

"Let go, Hae-Won."

"I’m perfectly capable of walking to the bathroom on my own."

"I know. Let go anyway."

The command in his voice made her stomach flip.

She released the sheet.

Rome pulled it away slowly, his eyes tracking down her body with the same focus he had brought to everything else tonight. Taking his time. Cataloging every detail.

Hae-Won fought the urge to cover herself with her hands.

She had just spent an hour naked under him. Modesty felt absurd at this point.

"Beautiful," Rome said quietly.

Her face burned hotter. "You don’t have to—"

"I’m not saying it to be nice."

He stood and held out his hand.

She stared at it.

"Hae-Won."

"What."

"Take my hand."

She did.

Rome pulled her upright, and her legs immediately reminded her that they had given out multiple times in the last hour and were not particularly interested in supporting her weight right now.

She stumbled.

Rome caught her, one arm around her waist, pulling her against his chest.

"I can walk," she said.

"Sure you can."

"I’m serious."

"So am I."

Then he bent and scooped her up entirely, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back.

Hae-Won squeaked.

Actually squeaked.

Rome grinned down at her. "Cute."

"Put me down."

"No."

"Rome—"

"Relax, class rep. I’ve got you."

She wanted to argue. She should argue.

Instead, she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck and letting him carry her across the bedroom toward the bathroom like this was perfectly normal behavior.

The bathroom was enormous. White marble everywhere. Glass shower enclosure big enough for four people. A bathtub that looked like it belonged in a resort.

Of course.

Angelo Corporation money extended to everything, apparently.

Rome set her down carefully on the counter, his hands lingering on her waist longer than strictly necessary.

"Don’t move," he said.

"Where would I go."

He turned and walked into the shower, reaching inside to turn the water on. Steam began rising almost immediately.

Hae-Won watched him move. The muscles in his back shifting under his skin. The confident way he navigated his own space.

She had known Rome D’Angelo for less than a month.

She had signed a contract agreeing to keep his secrets five hours ago.

She had lost her virginity to him forty minutes ago.

None of this made any sense.

Rome came back and held out his hand again.

She took it without thinking.

He helped her down from the counter and guided her into the shower, the hot water hitting her skin and making her gasp.

"Too hot?" he asked.

"No. It’s perfect."

"Good."

He grabbed a bottle from the built-in shelf and squeezed soap into his palm, working it into a lather.

Hae-Won watched him, confused. "What are you doing?"

"Washing you."

"I can wash myself."

"I know." He stepped closer, water streaming down his chest. "Turn around."

"Rome—"

"Turn around, Hae-Won."

The same command voice from earlier.

She turned.

His hands touched her shoulders, slippery with soap, and began working down her back in slow circles.

Hae-Won’s breath caught.

This was nothing like the frantic intensity from the bed. This was careful. Gentle. Almost reverent.

Rome’s fingers traced along her spine, down to the small of her back, then back up to her shoulders. He worked the soap into her skin like he had all the time in the world and nothing better to do than clean every inch of her.

"Tilt your head back," he said.

She did.

Water ran through her hair, Rome’s fingers following, working soap through the strands with the same unhurried attention he had brought to her back.

His mouth pressed against her shoulder.

Just a kiss. Soft and brief.

Hae-Won shivered despite the hot water.

"Cold?" he asked against her skin.

"No."

Another kiss. Higher this time. The curve of her neck.

Her breathing stuttered.

This was worse than the bed somehow. At least there she had known what to expect. Intensity. Heat. The overwhelming sensation of being taken apart.

This was different.

This felt like being put back together.

Rome’s hands moved to her arms, soaping down to her wrists, then back up. He turned her to face him, water streaming between them, and his eyes met hers with something she couldn’t quite name.

"You’re thinking too loud," he said.

"I’m trying to understand what you’re doing."

"I’m washing you."

"You’re confusing me."

Rome smiled. Not the smirk. The soft one again.

He cupped her face with soapy hands and kissed her.

Hae-Won melted.