Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy-Chapter 21 | My Father Will Kill Him, But First I Need Him To Keep Going

Chapter 21: 21 | My Father Will Kill Him, But First I Need Him To Keep Going

Mera’s heart hammered against her ribs.

What the hell am I doing?

She stood in her dorm room with Rome D’Angelo, the guy every tabloid in Century City called a walking red flag. Bad boy billionaire heir. Serial playboy. The kind of guy her dad would shoot on sight if he knew Rome was here.

Alone.

In her room.

With the door closed.

Dad would lose his mind.

But that was half the appeal, wasn’t it?

When she’d first seen Rome’s file pop up in the transfer student roster, she’d done her research. Angelo Corporation. Billions in assets. A family name that opened every door in the city. And Rome himself had a reputation that made him look like easy money.

Rich kid who liked to party. Liked to chase girls. Liked to show off.

Perfect.

She’d thought it would be simple. Seduce him. Get what she wanted. Maybe score some connections to Angelo Corporation’s support tech division while she was at it. Business and pleasure in one neat package.

Then they’d gone to lunch.

And he’d actually been interesting.

Not just hot. Not just rich. Actually smart in ways she hadn’t expected. He’d read her intentions from the start but played along anyway. Matched her energy. Made her laugh without trying too hard.

Dammit.

I actually like him.

And then he’d touched her hand at Luca’s and everything changed.

The sensation hit her like lightning. Energy flowing out of her body through the point of contact where their palms met. Warmth spreading through her chest and down her spine. Her thighs clenched together involuntarily as pleasure rolled through her in waves that felt better than anything her rose toy had ever produced.

Way better.

She’d almost moaned right there in the restaurant.

Almost.

The only thing that stopped her was pure stubborn pride and the fact that Rome was watching her with those mismatched eyes like he knew exactly what was happening to her body.

Her pulse raced. Her palms felt sweaty. She’d never had a guy in her room before. Not like this. Not with the door closed and every other student on the floor busy with their own business and nobody to interrupt whatever was about to happen.

Rome reached out.

She grabbed his wrist instead of his hand.

Her fingers wrapped around warm skin and solid muscle.

"Ready?"

The word came out steadier than she felt.

He nodded.

She took a breath.

"Then do it. Drain me Rome."

His eyes shifted.

Grey and green became something else entirely. Three concentric circles appeared in each iris, glowing faintly amber like dying embers. They pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat.

Oh god.

Energy surged from her body into his.

The connection opened faster than before. Wider. Like her Essentia recognized the channel from lunch and didn’t bother resisting this time.

Warmth flooded through her chest.

Down her arms.

Into her legs.

Every nerve ending lit up at once.

Ahhh.

Her knees buckled.

She grabbed his shoulder with her free hand to stay upright.

"Fuck."

The word slipped out before she could stop it.

Rome didn’t respond.

He just stood there with those glowing eyes locked on her face while her Essentia poured into him like water through a broken dam.

She felt it leaving.

Felt the space inside her where the energy used to sit getting lighter and emptier.

But instead of feeling drained she felt good.

So good.

Why does this feel so good?

Her phone sat on the bed behind her. She reached for it blindly without breaking eye contact. Her fingers found the case. Swiped it up. Opened the camera with muscle memory alone.

She needed proof.

Needed evidence that this was real and not some fever dream her brain cooked up.

The shutter clicked.

Rome’s glowing eyes captured in perfect detail.

Her hand trembled.

Not from weakness.

From something else entirely.

Nnngh.

A soft sound escaped her throat.

Rome’s expression shifted slightly. Not quite a smile. Something closer to recognition.

He knows.

He knows what this is doing to me.

The energy kept flowing.

Longer than lunch.

Deeper.

Her body responded the way it always did when she used her gates for extended periods. Heightened sensitivity. Faster heartbeat. Blood rushing to places that made thinking difficult.

But this was different.

This wasn’t her ability.

This was his.

And it felt like he was pulling something from her that went deeper than Essentia.

Oh god oh god oh god.

Her breathing quickened.

Short gasps that she couldn’t control no matter how hard she tried.

"Hahh, ahhh."

The sounds kept coming.

Her free hand fisted in his shirt.

She wasn’t sure if she was pulling him closer or trying to push him away.

Both.

Neither.

Her thighs pressed together.

The pressure built low in her stomach, coiling tighter with every second the connection stayed open.

This is insane.

This is dangerous.

This is the best thing I’ve ever felt.

"R-Rome."

His name came out broken.

He still didn’t respond.

Just kept draining.

Taking.

Consuming.

Her tail wrapped around his leg without her permission. The contact sent another spike of sensation through her nervous system.

Fuck fuck fuck.

She was close to something.

The edge of something that felt terrifyingly good.

Her head tilted back.

Eyes half closed.

Mouth open.

"Ahhn, mmmh."

The moans spilled out freely now.

She couldn’t stop them.

Couldn’t control the way her body reacted to the drain.

It felt like Rome was touching her everywhere at once even though only their hands and her tail made contact.

How?

How is this possible?

Her knees gave out completely.

Rome caught her.

One arm around her waist.

The other still holding her wrist.

The circles in his eyes pulsed faster.

Brighter. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

He’s taking more.

The realization should have scared her.

Instead it made everything worse.

Better.

Worse-better.

"Hahh, God, I can’t, ahhh."

Her words dissolved into breathy gasps.

The coil in her stomach pulled impossibly tight.

Every muscle in her body locked up.

She buried her face in his chest and bit down on his shirt to muffle the sound building in her throat.

It’s too much.

Too much too much too much.