Page 13 of Spoil Me, Daddy
“I know, Zaire. I’ll be forever glad of your Daddy there helping us out when we first got here.”
Zaire didn’t reject the ownership comment, wishing it were true. “Do you want to come over with me so your new Daddy, when you tell him, can get Aaron’s approval?”
Colin tilted his head. “Hmm. Yes, actually. I think it would be a good idea.” Colin stood, indicating with his head to Zaire. “Come on.”
Not at all prepared for the conversation he was about to have with Aaron, Zaire left his seat and followed Colin to the men’s table.
“Everything okay, boys?” said a voice Zaire didn’t recognise.
“We’ve decided, but we would like some support when we tell them if you wouldn’t mind, Sirs?” Colin’s respectful attitude was the perfect one for a boy, and Zaire could see why Daddies fell over themselves for him.
“Of course. Why don’t you both have a seat and let us know who you’ve chosen.” Aaron was the one who answered that time.
“Thank you, Sirs.” Colin moved to sit next to the other guy, leaving the space next to Aaron for Zaire.
Inhaling deeply, Zaire sat, his thigh touching Aaron’s in the small booth.
“So, who have you chosen?” the other guy asked.
Zaire looked to Colin, begging with his eyes for Colin to go first.
“I’d like to speak some more with Dave. The guy over there with the bushy beard and grey waistcoat,” Colin said in a small voice.
A whistle pierced the air as the guy next to Colin shouted over to Dave and indicated for him to come over.
Colin’s face grew warm the closer Dave got to the table.
“Hey, Cord. What’s up?”
“Hey, Dave. Colin here would like to speak to you more about him being your boy if you would?”
Dave’s face lit up in a beaming smile. “Of course! Do you want to sit here, or shall we move to another table, Colin?”
“Um…another table is fine. I don’t want to interrupt Cord and Aaron’s evening any more than I have already done.”
“You’re not interrupting, Colin. I’ll be here until you are comfortable. Okay?” Aaron said, gaze locked on Colin’s.
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
When Colin smiled at Zaire as he stood and left, Zaire swallowed hard, knowing his turn was next but scared about what was to come from his revelation.
“So, Zaire,” said Cord, leaning forward with a smile. “Who can we bring to the table for you?”
Zaire cleared his throat, his stare focused on his interlocked fingers on the table. “No one.”
“No one? There’s no one you’re interested in?” Cord asked.
Zaire shook his head. “No one you need to bring to the table.” He inhaled shakily and glanced to the side, locking gazes with Aaron. “He’s already here.”
“Fuck me,” Cord muttered. “I’m going to the bar, Aaron. Have fun.”
Zaire was aware of Cord leaving the table, but his focus was on Aaron, who had not stopped staring at him.
“This complicates matters,” Aaron stated.
“In what way?”
“Well, there’s no legal reason why a headteacher can’t date a member of staff, but by offering you the position, I can be accused of favouritism.”
