Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy-Chapter 80 - 81 | A Professional’s Discretion

I woke up properly somewhere around the part where Cheon gasped my name into the pillow.

Worth it. Absolutely worth it.

"Being late wasn’t worth it," Cheon said ten minutes later, her voice coming out stiff as she sat beside me in the back of the Mercedes. "This is inappropriate."

I had my head in her lap, looking up at her while Marco drove us toward campus. The morning sun hadn’t quite broken through yet, leaving everything in that pre-dawn grey that made Cheon’s light blue hair look almost silver.

"You seemed pretty convinced it was worth it about twelve minutes ago," I said.

Her face went pink. "That was before I checked the time. We should have left forty minutes ago. Now we’ll be rushing, and I hate rushing."

"We’re not rushing. Marco’s got us covered." I shifted slightly, getting more comfortable. "Besides, you’re the one who climbed on top of me at four in the morning."

"I was attempting to wake you efficiently."

"Mission accomplished."

She opened her mouth to argue, then closed it again. Her hand moved like it wanted to touch my hair, then stopped halfway.

I reached up and touched her cheek instead. Just a light brush of my thumb across her skin.

Cheon leaned into it. Just barely. Just enough that I could tell she wanted more.

Then she caught herself and pulled back, her shoulders going rigid again.

"So this is how you’ll repay me, Panda?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Don’t call me that."

"Why not? It’s accurate."

"I wore panda panties one time!"

"And it was so iconic I couldn’t help myself." I grinned up at her. "Besides, you’re cute when you’re flustered."

"I’m not flustered. I’m annoyed."

"You’re both."

She looked away, her cheeks still pink, and I felt the drain between us pulse warm. Not active, exactly. Just there. Constant. Like a radio signal humming in the background of everything else.

I was glad Marco knew how to keep his mouth shut. The man had seen me leave my apartment yesterday with Mera. He’d seen me arrive this morning with Cheon wearing one of my shirts and her hair down. And he’d asked exactly zero questions about any of it.

Professional discretion at its finest.

I should probably give him a bonus. Or at least make sure he understood how much I appreciated the whole see nothing, say nothing approach.

"Your driver is very quiet," Cheon said, like she’d been thinking the same thing.

"Marco’s the best. Been with the family since I was a kid."

"Does he report back to your father?"

"Probably. But he’s smart enough to keep certain things to himself." I glanced up at her. "You worried?"

"Should I be?"

"No. What happens between us stays between us. That’s the whole point of the contract."

She absorbed that, her grey eyes flicking toward the front seat where Marco sat separated by the privacy screen.

"We should have stopped at my dorm," she said after a moment. "I need proper athletic wear. All I have is my uniform."

"Mera left some gym stuff in the trunk. You can borrow it."

Cheon’s expression shifted into something complicated. "I’m wearing your other girlfriend’s clothes?"

"She won’t care. She offered, actually." I’d texted Mera while Cheon was in the shower, letting her know we were heading to the six AM training session. Mera had responded with a string of eggplant emojis and the message good luck walking straight, panda.

I’d screenshot it and saved it for later.

"This is insane," Cheon muttered, but she didn’t push back.

The car pulled up to a red light, and I shifted positions, turning onto my side so I could press my face against Cheon’s stomach. She wore one of my shirts—a simple black tee that hung loose on her smaller frame—and her skin was warm through the thin fabric.

"What are you doing?" Her voice came out breathy.

"Comfortable." I kissed her stomach through the shirt, right above her navel.

"Rome."

I kissed her again, slightly lower.

"We’re in a car."

"Tinted windows."

"Your driver—"

"Can’t see through the privacy screen." I slid my hand under the hem of her shirt, my palm flat against her bare skin. "Relax, Panda."

She made a small sound in the back of her throat. Not quite a protest. Not quite a moan.

I kissed her stomach again, this time pulling the shirt up slightly so my mouth found bare skin. She tasted clean from the shower we’d shared, soap and something sweet underneath.

"You’re impossible," she whispered.

"You like it."

"I don’t."

"Liar."

Her hand finally moved to my hair, fingers threading through white strands. Not pushing me away. Not pulling me closer. Just holding on like she needed something to anchor to.

The car started moving again, and I kept kissing her stomach, tracing slow circles with my thumb against her hip. The drain pulsed between us, warm and constant. Her Essentia tasted electric like it always did, sharp and bright and crackling.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored it.

It buzzed again.

Cheon’s hand tightened in my hair. "You should check that."

"No."

"It could be important."

"More important than this?"

She didn’t answer, which meant I’d won that round.

The phone buzzed a third time, and I sighed, pulling it out. Three texts from Mera.

im heading over

also u better not make panda walk funny or i swear

jk make her walk VERY funny

I showed Cheon the screen. Her face went red.

"She’s meeting us there," I said. "At the gym."

"Of course she is." Cheon looked like she wanted to crawl out of her own skin. "This is going to be mortifying."

"Why?"

"Because she’s going to know exactly what we did."

"She already knows. We told her we were doing it. That was the whole point."

"Knowing in theory and seeing in person are completely different things."

I sat up, finally taking pity on her. "Mera likes you. She told me so."

"She threatened me in an empty classroom."

"That’s how she shows affection."

Cheon stared at me. "You have very strange relationships."

"I’m aware."

The car pulled through campus gates. Early morning light filtered through the trees lining the entrance, and I could see a few other students already heading toward the athletic complex. Overachievers, all of them. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Marco stopped near the gym entrance, and I climbed out first, then offered Cheon my hand. She took it, stepping out onto the pavement with her usual perfect posture.

Marco opened the trunk, and I grabbed both gym bags—mine and the spare one I’d packed with Mera’s clothes for Cheon.

"Thank you, Marco."

"Of course, sir." He nodded once, his expression completely neutral. "Should I wait?"

"Nah. I’ll call after school."