Page 9 of Spoil Me, Daddy
Delia is pissed at me. We had a huge argument this morning about yesterday.
Zaire rolled his eyes. If Rod couldn’t see what was right in front of him, he didn’t deserve Delia. He couldn’t remember the last time Rod had mentioned Delia going out and finding someone from outside their relationship. In fact, it had been months, and Zaire had been able to see Delia was falling more and more for his clueless best friend. He thought it was time to let Rod in on some hard truths.
When was the last time Delia went out and had sex with someone other than you?
Several minutes later, after he’d got semi-comfortable in the driver’s seat, he received a reply.
What does that mean?
Answer the question.
I don’t know. A few weeks?
Try a few months. Do you think there is something you need to talk about? If Delia isn’t happy about the way your relationship is now, you need to talk and figure it out. Or you are going to lose the best thing that ever happened to you.
There was no reply straight away, so Zaire drove home, hearing his phone chime after around ten minutes. He didn’t check it until he parked in his driveway.
How would I know?
Know what?
If she wanted to change how things were?
ASK HER!!!!
Zaire entered his house, throwing his keys and phone onto the table before hanging up his coat and resting his bag underneath. He kicked off his shoes, picking up his phone when it buzzed.
Fine, I will.
Good, let me know how it goes.
Zaire climbed the stairs, undoing the buttons of his shirt as he went, eager to relax and return to his home self. Stripping completely, he threw his clothes in the wash basket and strode to his drawers. He riffled through, finding a pair of lace shorts and pulled them on, sighing in contentment when they were in place. He grabbed his satin robe and wrapped it around him. It was his security blanket.
Muscles releasing the tension from the day, he danced his way back down the stairs and made himself a cup of warm milk and headed to the living room. The cup was placed on the small side table and a timer set on his phone before he pulled out a blue box from the cupboard. Opening it up, Zaire sighed and removed his cars and building blocks. Then he lost himself in the world of racing.
When his alarm sounded, he pushed up from his stomach and tidied away his toys with reluctance. He would’ve loved to stay playing for longer, but he had to eat. If he had a Daddy, he wouldn’t always have to stop to make dinner. He wanted to share his life with someone who understood what it was he wanted. It was so hard to find, though. He wished Aaron had been a Daddy. Zaire could see Aaron being an amazingly caring Daddy for a boy.
Sighing, he put the box away and returned to reality.
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Chapter 4
Aaron
Aaron had seen Zaire several times throughout the two weeks. He had purposefully sought him out to see what kind of job he was doing, and putting it mildly, he was great at it. Zaire was patient with the children, a quick learner when it came to new rules or new children, and everyone seemed to adore him.
On the Friday of Zaire’s last trial day, Aaron asked Pamela to request Zaire join him in his office. As he waited, Aaron had mixed feelings. One was a professional opinion; the other was purely selfish reasons.
The professional side of things would be discussed in the office. As for the personal feelings…Aaron had more than liked what he’d seen of Zaire, both from the night out and from working there. There seemed to be two sides to Zaire, and Aaron itched to be the one to help Zaire merge the two into one whole personality. He could tell from seeing both sides of him that Zaire kept his private side private and on the down-low from his work side, which he had every right to. But Aaron could see it was wearing on him. He was sure it was one of the reasons for the outburst he’d witnessed at the club.
Aaron would love nothing more than to take Zaire apart and build him back up again into someone Zaire could live with. At the moment, a part of Zaire was hiding no matter what role he was in.
A knock sounded, and he allowed Zaire entry.
“Thanks for coming. Take a seat.” Aaron tried to brush away his personal thoughts and focus on the professional.
“I’m always happy to come,” Zaire said, gaze demurely dropped away from Aaron’s face.
