Page 39 of Spoil Me, Daddy
Aaron had no interest in the book at all, he flipped a few pages, allowing Zaire to believe he was reading, but he wasn’t. He was watching his boy having fun and being so relaxed. Aaron desperately needed to help Zaire merge the two sides of his personality, but the question was, how?
There were almost three aspects to Zaire’s personality: his work demeanour, his sexy clothes one, and his boy, although the sexy clothes and the boy seem to work seamlessly together. Zaire appeared to love wearing the clothes as a boy, too. Maybe Aaron could start by helping Zaire choose different clothes for work. There was certainly no need for him to wear suits. He could choose one of the three-quarter-length trousers or the rhinestone jeans Aaron had seen in there. Or even a lacy top instead of a shirt. It would take a lot more to get him to wear those items, and he wasn’t sure if Zaire would fight him on it. Aaron would never make him feel uncomfortable, but there must be a way to help him. A phone call to Nora would be in his near future. Advice was needed from his best friend.
The clock showed it was time to get ready to go. “Time to tidy up, Zaire,” he said quietly, not wanting to startle him.
Zaire looked at him, his stress-free face a balm to Aaron’s soul. “Is it time for the aquarium, Daddy?”
“Yes, sweetheart. We need to have a shower, get dressed, and we can go.”
“Yay!” Zaire scrambled to his knees and packed away the toys into a blue box Aaron had not noticed before, and when Zaire tidied the box into the cabinet, Aaron understood why. He had it hidden from view. “I’m ready, Daddy.”
Aaron smiled. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up.” He held out his hand for Zaire.
Thirty minutes later, Zaire stamped his foot and crossed his arms. “No, I’m not wearing that.”
“Zaire. Is that how you talk to your Daddy?”
“I don’t want to wear that top. It looks horrible on me,” he whined.
Aaron frowned. “What do you mean it looks horrible. Why?”
“It makes me look skinny like it doesn’t fit me properly, and I don’t like it!” Zaire yelled the last part, and Aaron had enough.
He strode to the other side of the room and turned the armchair to face the wall. Having remembered Zaire had complained about this particular punishment before, Aaron decided it was the perfect time to show Zaire who was in charge again.
“Zaire? Sit down here. Now.” He waited until Zaire stomped over and dropped himself into the chair, arms crossed. “I will not have you talk to me like that. You will stay here for thirty-five minutes, and when the time is over, you better have something to say to me.”
“But—”
“Quiet!”
Zaire sighed, and Aaron went back to the wardrobe. He had no issue with Zaire not wanting to wear certain clothes. He could refuse to wear every item Aaron asked him to, but what Aaron wouldn’t tolerate was being spoken to like that. There were better ways for Zaire to make his point. Aaron heard a snuffle from the armchair, and it broke his heart, but he refused to cave.
Aaron shuffled through the clothes that were hanging up, finding a strappy top similar to the halter-neck Zaire had worn the other night, but in white with a silver mesh over the top. He thought Zaire would look amazing in it. He chose some light blue skinny jeans and a white pair of ballet flats to complete the outer ensemble. He went to the underwear drawer and chose something fitting. Laying them all on the bed, he checked the time and sat against the headboard, not wanting to leave his boy alone.
When the time was up, Aaron rose and crouched in front of Zaire, witnessing the tear tracks left along his cheeks. “Good boy, Zaire.”
Zaire threw his arms around Aaron’s neck, knocking him backwards and onto his ass with a chuckle. “I’m so sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry.” Zaire repeated it over and over again as Aaron petted his hair and held him tight to calm him.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. All done now.” He murmured some more words until Zaire loosened his hold.
“I really am sorry, Daddy. I need to use my good words, not my bad ones.”
“Exactly. But it’s all over now. Let’s get dressed. Come see what I’ve chosen, and if you don’t like any of it, let me know calmly.”
They rose and wandered over to the bed. Aaron watched Zaire’s expression, wanting to catch any unsure looks before they peaked.
“I love it.”
Relief flowed through Aaron, and he helped his boy get dressed as he asked some questions about how Zaire wanted to play out the day.
“Do you want to be a boy when we’re out or boyfriends?”
Zaire hesitated, biting his lip again. “I’ve never been a boy in public before. My previous Daddies only wanted it to be at home or clubs.”
Once again, Aaron felt like he could throttle those irresponsible Daddies. It seemed Zaire’s experiences were less than stellar. “We could always see how it goes. If you don’t feel right, don’t, but if it does, go for it. There’s no right or wrong answer, Zaire.”
“What do you want?”
