Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 101

After the departure of Mr. Riyadh, Marissa chose to accompany his mother in the room. The two women of different generations were sitting on the edge of the bed. Marissa grabbed Dian's body and leaned on his shoulder.

"Will you marry Dad?" ask Marissa.

There was the sound of heavy breathing that Dian had just let out. His face looks worried. He himself did not know, what decision he would take if the man really wanted to be responsible to him.

"Come, Son. I don't know" he answered.

Marissa pulled back her hand. He confirmed his sitting position and looked at Bu Dian's face with a serious look.

"Didn't Mom have any feelings for Dad? Answer honestly, Mom,"

"Mom doesn't know, Marissa. Just imagine, I was 17 when I worked with Mr. Abraham's family. I didn't even have time to fall in love at the time. Because what's on Mom's mind is just how we can eat tomorrow, that's all. Until the fateful incident occurred, where Mother's trust in men disappeared. How not, someone like Mr. Riyadh who looks kind and courteous can ruin Mom's future in the blink of an eye. Since then, the image of a man has always been bad in the eyes of Mother," said Dian.

"But everyone can change, can't you, Mom. Moreover, the incident that happened to Mom that night was not because it was on purpose. I didn't realize when I did it."

Bu Dian's head was down staring at the floor of his room. The words uttered by Marissa do have a point. However, he is still not ready if he has to start a new relationship with the man, especially as long as Mr. Riyadh is still in contact with Ismika. A bad woman who can do anything to him and Marissa.

"Come, Mom. Give Father a chance to prove his point. That Dad will really be responsible to Mom and Mom deserves happiness," Marissa said with a warm smile looking at Dian.

"Come, Son. Maybe I wouldn't rethink if Mr. Riyadh's status was a widower. But, for now I will continue to think again because of his status which is still the legal husband of a woman named Ismika Hanif," said Dian with a wry smile.

Right at that moment, Dian's room door opened. Marcello's handsome face appeared from behind the door.

"Darling, it's late at night. We should sleep, " he said.

Marissa smiled. He hugged Dian's body then kissed the woman's face many times.

"Marissa go to the room first, ma'am. Good night," he said.

"Good night too, son. Sweet dreams."

Dian waved his hand to Marissa who now stepped over to the husband who was waiting in front of the door of her room.

"Come, Dad!"

Marissa grabbed Marcello's hand and then hugged him while stepping her foot with the man. However, just a few steps from Dian's room, Marcello suddenly lifted Marissa's body and led her walking towards their room.

"Oh my goodness, Dad. I can walk on my own" Marissa protested with a chuckle. His face was blushing, he was embarrassed because there were a few Servants still doing their work.

"No, I don't want you to be tired. My baby will be okay and I don't want that" he replied without caring about the servants who began to pay attention to their affection.

"Gosh," said Marissa as she buried her face into the man's chest.

"From now on I will keep an eye on your movements. You must not do things that can harm your womb and you must follow all my rules."

He did not accept if he had to re-bond the ridiculous rules of Marcello as before.

"Yes" replied the man with a flat face.

Marissa bent her face. "Just look at you, Marcello. I'll fuck you later!" inner Marissa.

Marcello managed to bring his wife to enter their luxurious room. Slowly Marcello put Marissa's body on the bed.

"Please wait here" he said as he passed in front of Marissa.

"Where is he going?" marissa muttered while watching Marcello who was getting away from her.

It turned out that Marcello entered the room, where their clothes were stored. She grabs Marissa's lingerie at random and takes her back to her room.

"Here, I help you replace your clothes" he said, sitting next to Marissa's body.

Marissa chuckled softly. It was funny to see the attention Marcello gave him.

"I'll be fine, Dad. If it's just a change of clothes, it won't make me fall unconscious, really."

Regardless of Marissa's words, Marcello kept doing her job, replacing Marissa's clothes.

"Well, it's done. Now it's time for us to make love," he whispered beside Marissa's ear while kissing the woman's smooth shoulder.

"Eitz! Did you forget Doctor Nisa said, Mr Marcello? For the first trimester, avoid doing that" Marissa said with a sneaky grin.

Marcello patted the eel with his eyes closed. He completely forgot about that. Marcello took a deep breath and then exhaled.

"Well, we better get some sleep now."

Marcello asked Marissa to lie down with him in a position to hug each other. Marissa felt the sacred object of the man rising up and twitching down there.

"Daddy, are you sure you're okay? Can I help you with my hands?" marissa Goda with her naughty clique.

"What do you mean?" marcello asked as he opened his eyes and looked at the woman with a serious face.

"Your Cobra King, Daddy! He's got up, isn't he?" marissa replied while chuckling.

"Have forgotten, for the sake of my baby-to-be, whatever I do. Although I have to endure the 'King Cobra' rampage, '" he replied.

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