Page 51 of Their Perfect Daddy

At his frustration, I walk over to him. Taking his hands in mine, I squeeze them. Despite him being taller than me, I console my friend.

He can be my agent next time we’re in the office or at a meeting. I think we both need this deeper level of connection today. The invite into his oasis should have been my signal that intense bonding was on the horizon.

“Why don’t you show me whatever it is that has you nervous? I doubt it’s as bad as you think it is,” I say with a smirk.

Unless he’s got a murder room or some kind of taxidermy fetish, I’m pretty sure there’s nothing he can do to scare me away. Besides, someone with a home this inviting can’t be a psycho, right? Logic dictates as much.

Grizzly takes a deep breath, then drops my hands. “Follow me.”

He spins and takes off for the short hall behind the kitchen. There’s a couple of doors this way, one of which is open to show a bathroom. The other is closed and has a keypad on it. Grizzly punches in a sequence of numbers, then turns the handle. He glances back at me once more before pushing inside.

“This is it,” he whispers.

Peeking through the door, I find myself even more shocked. Because this room is NOTHING like I thought it would be. In fact, it’s the complete opposite of a murder room.

It’s a playroom.

There are stuffed animals in a huge pile in one corner. Another has an art station setup, though it looks more like finger painting and Play-Doh than the kind of stuff adults would use. Another space has a food and drink station, with sippy cups, plates, and snack-sized bags of treats.

I take it all in with a huge smile. “This is so cool, Grizzly!”

He chokes out a laugh. “Really?! You don’t think it’s strange?”

His words make me realize how much I haven’t shared about my personal life with this man yet. I know he heard me on the phone the other day, but he has no clue about my new Daddyor the exploration of kink I’ve come to be a part of. To him, I’m simply the jock jokester that he manages.

Trusting me with a secret like this is huge.

“I do think this is cool, not strange. My princess would probably love it here, though there aren’t enough dolls to his liking. He prefers them over the toys you have here.”

“Princess?”

The way he utters Danny’s nickname is heartbreaking. He’s so hopeful, as if he longs to be called by the same moniker.

Could that be it? Is my friend in need of his own Daddy?

“Yeah. He’s a princess, I’m a brat, and we have a Daddy we share. I know that’s probably oversharing given our work relationship, but since you brought me here…”

My words trail off as I shrug. There isn’t anything else to say. Either he sees the correlation, or he doesn’t.

He obviously does, because in a flash, he wraps me in a hug and begins spinning in a circle. I laugh as I send up hope I don’t get too dizzy. I used to puke as a kid anytime I spun around too fast. It’s better now that I train consistently. Still, I’ve been known to get queasy every now and again.

When he puts me down a minute later, I wobble on my feet. His hands on my shoulders steady me, as does his wide smile.

“I knew there was something special about you this whole time, Monty. I’m glad to know this doesn’t bother you. And your princess is welcome here anytime you want to come. I don’t have a Daddy right now to play with. It’s hard to find one when you look like I do.” He motions to his body.

Tilting my head, I raise a brow. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“How new to this lifestyle are you?”

“It hasn’t been long,” I admit.

Grizzly nods. “That makes sense. If you’d been in it for any good length of time, you’d know there are stereotypes out thereabout what Daddies and their boys should look like. Usually, the Daddy is the big, strong guy and the twink is the smaller, gentle one. It’s dumb, but a lot of people hold on to the notion.”

I roll my eyes. “Well they’re all idiots. Because my Daddy isn’t some big, muscled guy. He’s really lean and tall. I like him that way too.”

Stomping my foot for added effect, I cross my arms and scowl. This sends Grizzly into a fit of giggles.

I nearly smile, but then a thought crosses my mind. “It must be hard too with your name, huh?”

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