Page 27 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
I rolled my eyes.I submitted it.
Tristan had been there to listen when I’d had this ludicrous idea in the first place.Proud of you, boo.
I laughed.Only you would rhyme so ridiculously.
Of course! It’s not a crime to rhyme.
I sent the eye roll emoji this time.An argument could be made . . .
His responding laughing emoji had me smiling, albeit briefly.
But seriously—what if S.M.C. sees it?
The three dancing dots were only up for a second.Um, isn’t that the point?
I growled before tapping the video chat icon. He answered right away.
“Of course I knew they would probably see it. But am I flirting with them? I don’t even know their real name, their gender, anything! Only that they’re not illiterate and have access to the internet.”
“And know good literature when they read it.”
“That’s a given.”
Tristan laughed. “Okay, tell me what’sreallygoing on.”
I stared at him for several seconds before relenting. “Okay, I may . . .”
When I didn’t continue, he prodded, “Yeeeeesssss?” He extended the word to obnoxious lengths.
I looked away from the camera and mumbled. “I think I may have a crush on them.”
“What?!”
I winced, pulling the phone away from my face then laughing at his wide eyes and mouth. “Tristan, chill! I just . . . I feel like we’ve connected, you know? We’ve talked a lot—we’ve even gotten pretty deep—and I feel like there’s something there. I don’t know, maybe I’m just insane. Maybe they’re a stalker.”
Tristan nodded solemnly, appearing to actually consider it. “I was going to ask you about that. Do you really think they’re stalking you? I mean, from everything you’ve said, they sound like the sweetest person. But you can’t really know when they haven’t told you much about them, right?”
I scoffed. “Ugh. So I’m nuts, right? Falling for a stalker?”
He shook his head. “No, Camster, I’m not saying that. I just want you to be cautious, that’s all. But honestly? I think this person is swoony. Saying all those nice things about your writing and stuff? Seriously book boyfriend material.”
I chuckled. “Well, when you put it that way . . .”
He puffed up his bare chest. “I’m always right.”
The motion was enough to call my attention away from my dilemma momentarily. I cleared my throat. “Um, Tris? Why are you shirtless?”
He smirked, and it wasn’t unattractive. I just wasn’t into “boys.” Basic incompatibility. Besides, he’d told me he was vers, but I suspected he preferred bottoming, like me. “Getting ready to shoot my next video.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“At ten in the morning?”
He shrugged. “I have a lot of followers in the UK.”
I snorted, trying to hold my laugh in. Tristan was an unapologetic camboy, but I hadn’t found out about it until we’d been friends for over a year. After he’d unintentionally divulged his secret with an offhand comment at one of our Daddies and Subs Club meetings, he’d claimed he wasn’t ashamed of it but that the subject just hadn’t come up. And he certainly hadn’t been hiding it since.
I was proud of him for owning his sexuality—and a little jealous, to be honest. If I had half his confidence, I’d probably have a Daddy by now.
When I was his age, I thought I’d be much further along in that department—hell, in life in general—by my fortieth birthday. But that was next week, and unless I counted finding a dozen men whowouldn’twork as progress, I was no closer to my goal.
