Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 519

Chapter 519: Chapter 115 Morning Unraveled

Daniel’s POV

The morning light filtered through the bulletproof windows of my penthouse, casting shadows across Lila’s bare back as she slept peacefully beside me. She lay on her stomach, her hands tucked beneath the pillow, with only the silk sheet covering her from the waist down. Her golden hair spilled across the pillow like liquid fire. I couldn’t resist reaching out, tracing my finger down the length of her spine, planting soft kisses along her shoulder blades until she stirred. She glanced at me sideways, her amber eyes still heavy with sleep, a lazy smile spreading across her lips.

"Finally awake?" I teased, continuing to trace patterns on her skin.

"No, still dreaming," she replied with a sleepy grin.

"What about?" I asked, nuzzling her shoulder.

"Not what. Who," she corrected, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"And who might this lucky person be?"

"A certain Greek god who runs half the city’s police force," she murmured, making me smile.

"And what is this god doing in your dream?"

"Tempting me, kissing me everywhere. I’m seriously considering surrendering to his authority."

"Who’s being dangerous now?" I laughed, loving the sound of her giggle. I captured her lips with mine as she turned beneath me, pulling me closer with eager hands.

Our intimate moment was shattered by the harsh ring of the secure intercom. I mentally cursed whoever was destroying my perfect Saturday morning in our fortress.

"Someone needs to answer that, big guy," Lila said with a laugh as I continued kissing her neck.

"If we ignore it long enough, they’ll disappear," I muttered against her skin.

"What if it’s Sybilla and she forgot her access code? Or worse, what if there’s trouble brewing?"

"Tiny one, I’m the one with trouble brewing right now. If it’s Sybilla, she can wait."

Lila laughed again, but the intercom continued its relentless ringing.

"You should probably get that," she insisted, and with great reluctance, I pulled myself away to answer.

To my dismay, it was my father announcing an early morning visit. I told the doorman to escort him up shortly and returned to the bedroom with a groan.

"Tiny one, my father’s on his way up," I said, watching Lila’s eyes widen in surprise.

"I need to alert Sybilla he’s here."

"You go answer the door. I’ll text Sybilla and prepare some coffee," she decided, springing into action with practiced efficiency.

I rushed through my morning routine and opened the reinforced door just as my father arrived. Strangely, he seemed to be in an unusually pleasant mood for someone who typically conducted business with an iron fist.

"Son, good morning! Perfect timing that you’re off duty today," he said, opening his arms for a rare embrace.

"Is everything under control?" I asked suspiciously.

"Absolutely. Where are the ladies?" he inquired, clearly referring to Lila and Sybilla.

"Good morning, Mr. Martinez," Lila appeared, wearing her diplomatic smile – the one I’d seen her use when navigating delicate family politics. "Sybilla’s on her way, and coffee’s brewing. Please make yourself comfortable."

"Always so gracious, dear. Thank you." My father shook her hand and took a seat, his calculating eyes following her movements with unusual interest.

Something felt off about his demeanor. His courtesy toward Lila seemed rehearsed, strategic. Lila set an elegant breakfast spread and invited us to the mahogany table. My father immediately claimed the seat next to her.

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