Page 15 of Make Believe

CHARLEEN: Moved my LA trip up, leaving today. Not due back until mid-August. Call if you need anything. And behave.

I scoff again, far louder this time. The audacity of that woman. She’s off to fuck her bit on the side, and she expects me to behave?

I was intending on doing the opposite but now I’m going to misbehave even harder out of spite.

It takes no time at all to punch in Kiki’s number and fire off a message.

RAFFERTY: Hello, Kiki. It’s Daddy. Is now a good time to talk?

I’m prepared to have to wait a considerable time for a response. I have no idea what his job is or if he’s allowed to keep his phone on his person. He could be in a meeting. He could still be a student and be sitting in a lecture. I feel a little uneasy at the idea of him being that young. My own son has only just graduated from college, after all.

Oh, for heaven’s sake. It’s not like me to doubt myself like this. We’re two consenting adults, that’s all that matters. He might not even have been sincere about wanting to play again. What is it the kids say these days? He could ‘leave me on read,’ and I’ll never get the chance to find out what job he does or even what his real name is.

Before I can tie myself up in knots, the seen icon appears, and three little dots bounce, indicating he’s typing. Thank goodness. I was on the verge of becoming unhinged over a young man I met for all of thirty minutes.

KIKI: Give me a second, Daddy.

He adds a kissing face emoji. It’s crazy how fast my heart is beating. I try and wait patiently, but I find myself nibbling on my thumbnail, something I haven’t done in years.

The ringtone makes me jump, despite hoping that’s exactly what he was doing. I take a breath and force myself to hold off answering for a couple of seconds, not wanting to appear too needy.

I genuinely don’t recognize who I am right now.

“Hello,” I say smoothly.

He makes a noise that’s like a cross between a groan and a purr. The sound is kind of echoey, and I wonder if he’s slipped into the bathroom so we can talk.

I like that. I want him all to myself.

“Hi, Daddy,” he says playfully. “I’ve been waiting for you to call me. Did you miss me?”

“Yes,” I say simply, not bothering to lie.

He chuckles. “Me, too.”

I believe him.

“What are you doing right now?” I ask. I’m fully aware that the appeal of parties like the other night is to have anonymous fun. But I don’t care. I want to know about his life.

He groans, and not the sexy kind. “I’m at my boring new job. It’s only been a couple of weeks, and I’m already tearing my hair out. But I just graduated, and I need to pay the bills, so I took the first thing that came my way.”

I chuckle at his whining. I enjoy a petulant brat. They all secretly want a firm hand to keep them in line, and I’m more than happy to oblige them.

“What do you do?” I ask, indulging him in a little chit-chat.

“My official title is office bitch,” he says completely deadpan.

“Of course it is,” I tease him back. I can tell how much I’m smiling, and it would be unsettling if I didn’t feel the most relaxed and playful I have in a very long time.

“It is!” he squeaks indignantly. “It says so on my business cards. Or it would if I was important enough to have any.”

So I’ve got some answers. He’s graduated and is working an entry-level position that he doesn’t give a shit about. I want to ask him what hereallywants to do, but not over the phone. What I really want to do is give us the opportunity to have that kind of conversation later.

“What are you doing this weekend, Kiki?” I ask bluntly. I don’t know how long he’ll be able to hide in the men’s room,and I don’t want to miss the opportunity of setting something up with him.

There’s a slight pause before he lets out a very enticing breath. “You, hopefully, Daddy,” he rasps.

Well, I walked right into that one, didn’t I? I smirk, not regretting it one bit as I rearrange myself so my thickening cock doesn’t become uncomfortable.

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