Page 28 of Spoil Me, Daddy
“He’s got it wrong. You’ve got it wrong. Simon and I have never been in a relationship, never will be if I have anything to say about it. He’s been flirting with me from the moment I started at the school. But I have never touched him.”
“Then you need to explain to Zaire because he was completely broken up about it. Said he wasn’t going to trust anyone, especially Daddies anymore. He can’t go through life like that.”
“I know. I will speak to him. I need to get him through tonight first.” Aaron stared at Zaire. “He’s going to feel like hell tomorrow.” Aaron smiled. “And, although I will talk to him, he’s going to hate his punishment for making me worry like that.”
“It seems like he’s in good hands. I better go; otherwise, I’ll have to remortgage my house to pay for the taxi fare.”
“Thanks, Rod, and here’s my number in case you want to check up on him.”
They parted ways, and Aaron locked up. Checking once more on Zaire, he pottered around, making sure he put plenty of water and painkillers in the bedroom, including two buckets—wash one, use one—some washcloths and a towel. Once he was certain he had everything he might need overnight, Aaron returned downstairs and hooked his arms under Zaire’s back and knees before lifting him and carrying him to bed. There was going to be a harsh discussion and punishment the following day, but for now, he had to care for his boy. Both were going to be exhausted for school in the morning.
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When his alarm blared through the silence, Aaron groaned and rolled over to turn it off. He’d barely had a couple of hours sleep. Zaire had been up throughout the night, alternating throwing up with sleeping, but Aaron couldn’t sleep in case something happened to him. It was only when Zaire had finally seemed more settled Aaron had allowed himself to sink into the mattress next to Zaire.
Aaron’s head pounded from lack of sleep, but he bet Zaire’s head was worse. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the object of his thoughts splayed out across the bed, snoring softly. A grin stole across Aaron’s face, and he wished he could’ve taken a picture. Zaire looked so innocent. Aaron smirked when he thought about punishing Zaire that evening. It was going to be two-fold. After the display at the staff meeting, trying to get Aaron aroused while in the presence of other people, and the misunderstanding making Aaron worry something had happened to him, Zaire would have to put up with Aaron’s decision on his punishment.
After setting the shower going, he returned for Zaire, picking him up and carrying his dead weight to the bathroom. Aaron had stripped him to his boxers the previous evening, so it was all he had to struggle to remove before walking into the shower, holding Zaire. Luckily, his shower was large enough for him to manoeuvre easily.
Zaire woke suddenly, clutching at Aaron’s neck when the water touched his skin. “What the—”
“Shh. Calm down. Everything is okay,” Aaron crooned, holding Zaire tighter, so he didn’t drop him during his squirming.
Zaire stared at Aaron, his eyes widening, Aaron assumed because Zaire hadn’t realised he was at Aaron’s house. “What…? When…?” Zaire shook his head and winced.
“Take it easy. You’ll have a sore head this morning. Slow movements are best.” Aaron lowered Zaire to his feet, holding tight to his waist until he was sure Zaire was steady. “You’ll regret all the alcohol today.”
Zaire’s cheeks flushed as he inspected the floor. “Yes, definitely regretting it,” he whispered.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. You’ll be sweating alcohol for a while, but we can get rid of some of it.” Aaron reached for the soap and lathered his hands, running them all over Zaire’s body with a pretended indifference. He ignored Zaire’s hard cock—morning wood was morning wood regardless of how drunk the person was the previous evening—and focused on getting him clean. After he’d finished and rinsed Zaire, he noticed Zaire was gripping the tiles and breathing heavily through his mouth. “Are you feeling okay?”
Zaire shook his head slowly, exhaling deeply. “I need…” He inhaled again. “I need to sit down.”
Aaron switched off the water and opened the shower door, holding Zaire’s hand as he followed. He wrapped a towel around Zaire, not bothering to dry him, and guided him back to the bedroom, where he sat Zaire on the bed. He didn’t have any clothes for Zaire, and he refused to let him wear what he was wearing yesterday, so he found a pair of joggers and a t-shirt that would bury Zaire but would allow him cover as Aaron drove him home to change for work. It was the reason why Aaron had set his alarm so bloody early.
When he turned and saw Zaire studying the floor while wrapped in a large fluffy towel, Aaron thought he looked so young. There was an eight-year difference between them, but, at that moment, it felt like more.
“Zaire,” he said when he stood in front of his boy. Zaire met his gaze, and Aaron’s heart broke at the sorrow bleeding from them. He kneeled, resting his hands on Zaire’s thighs. “I promise nothing has happened or ever will happen between Simon and me. You are the first person within the same work environment I have ever been close to. Please believe me. No matter what anyone else says, that is the truth.” Aaron watched Zaire sit straighter, his lips tightening, so he continued, hoping to make Zaire understand, “Simon wants more. He has since I started working there, but I have rebuffed every comment and invitation he has offered. It’s you I want, sweet boy. And I don’t think you realise how much.”
Tears cascaded down Zaire’s cheeks, and Aaron cupped his face, reverently touching their lips together in a salty kiss.
“Ow,” Zaire whispered. “Crying hurts my head.”
Aaron chuckled. “I can imagine it does.” He wiped away Zaire’s tears. “Let’s get you dressed so we can get you home.”
They worked together to get Zaire into the larger clothes, laughing when they saw the result. Zaire looked like a kid playing dress-up in his parent’s clothes. After a quick breakfast of toast, they drove towards Zaire’s house, and Aaron dropped his bombshell.
“After work, you will return to my house. When you arrive, you will be punished for your behaviour.”
He saw Zaire’s head whipped in Aaron’s direction from the corner of his eye, his gaze on the road ahead as it was. “What? Why do I get punished?”
Aaron quirked a brow. “Have you so conveniently forgotten your behaviour at the meeting yesterday?”
Zaire said nothing, just returned his gaze to his surroundings. Aaron thought he heard a muttered, “Shit,” but he wasn’t certain.
“Understand?”
“Yes,” Zaire mumbled.
