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Chapter Four

WILL

“Okay, you have to tell us more,” Chip said the minute Roland and John disappeared. “Your story’s so romantic. But really, how did you end up together? Did you ever go back home or did he lock you up in his penthouse and keep you forever?”

Luca gagged, then added his own question. “Did he buy you a new car?”

“I’m more interested in when you started redecorating the penthouse all the time,” Julian said.

I loved how much they wanted to hear our story, probably because I loved it so much. “No, I never went back to the apartment. Well, except to clear out my stuff. I have no idea what happened to my car. Daddy told me it was none of my business, since I’d never be driving it again. And as for the penthouse…”

~Eight years ago~

“So,boy, I was wondering if you’d like to spend the day with me again? It’s Sunday, so I don’t have any plans. How about you? Will staying here keep you from anything important?”

Every time he called me boy, I melted into a pile of goo. What was it about that word? No, it wasn’t the word itself, it was the affectionate tone in John’s voice when he said it. At this point, I’d probably cry with disappointment if he called me Will, and it had only been what… less than thirty-six hours?

I rolled onto my stomach and folded my hands over his chest, propping my chin on it. “I suppose I can do that,” I teased, like I wasn’t jumping up and down inside that he hadn’t tired of me yet. “I ended my last project last Thursday, and the agency hasn’t given me a new job yet, so I’ll have an extended weekend.” I frowned. “Although, it’s best if I bug them every day when I don’t hear from them immediately, so I’ll have to call them in the morning.”

John stroked his fingers through my hair. I knew I had to look an absolute mess after all of our extracurricular activities last night. I bit back a smile at the memory of him clutching my hair as he fucked my face. Damn, that had been hot.

“That’s great news. Then I can keep you right here in my bed for another night. I’ll give you a ride home on my way into the office tomorrow morning.”

Oh wow. So he didn’t just mean another day together, but he was suggesting another sleepover, too. Hell ya. “I’d love to, but I really need to give Timothy a call. We’ve been texting, but I think he probably needs to hear my voice. He had himself convinced that we were going to die at Donald’s Friday night.”

John snorted. “I don’t blame him. That place is something else.”

“Why would anyone live like that? Who’s his interior designer? Oh!” I clapped my hands together and sat up. “Speaking of interior design, can I help spruce up your place a little?”

John snorted and rubbed his thumb along my cheek. “Why don’t you tell me how you really feel, boy?”

Giggling, I jumped up. I was a man on a mission. Grabbing his hand, I pulled him into the living room, both of us with our naughty bits on full display. “I was thinking, you need some color in here. It’s all Brown’s, which is a little drab. Although…” Tapping my finger on my chin, I studied the room. “You might need to repaint, too.”

John smiled at me fondly. “I have an idea.”

“What’s that?” I asked, only half paying attention to him as I visualized a whole new makeover in the center of his home.

“You said the temp agency hasn’t given you another job yet, correct? Why don’t you let me hire you to redecorate my place?”

“Sure, whatever.” Slowly, his words registered, and I spun around and gaped at him. “Are you serious?”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, why not?”

“But I’m not an interior decorator or anything. I just know what I like.”

I’ve been in your room, boy. You might not have some certificate or degree or anything, but you definitely have an eye. What do you think? Interested?” He arched an eyebrow at me.

Ugh. That would be so fun, but completely unrealistic. “Well, I mean, I’m interested, Daddy, but I have to work.”

He pulled me into his arms, tipped my chin up, and stared into my eyes. Against this backdrop, his eyes were a luminescent blue instead of the pale green when I first met him. Wow. “Of course, I’d pay you. You wouldn’t be doing this for free.”

Okay, had I entered an alternate universe? Going to the Daddy-boy night was supposed to be for a bit of fun, not to end up in the land of make-believe.“Seriously?”

“Of course. Why don’t you call Timothy and talk about it? Get his opinion.”

So that was exactly what I did.

After hiding awayin the bathroom to give my best friend an update on how my weekend had been this far and getting his opinion on this incredible opportunity John presented to me—which he was suspicious of, by the way—John and I went to a luxury furniture store to look around. “Well, Daddy. First, why don’t you tell me what you like,” I said, throwing out my arms to encapsulate the whole building.

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