Page 21 of Island Daddy

REID

Itook Kragen’s phone on purpose. Though I know it didn’t have much of a charge anyway, I couldn’t risk having him log into any of his social media accounts to see the photo of him and I kissing on my private beach.Fuck those stupid paparazzi.If I ever catch one of those dipshits on my premises, I’ll go full-fledged Amy Winehouse on them.

Nani follows hopeful behind me as I enter my home office on the upper level, thinking I’m about to dig into the bin of treats which I keep in there. Before applying my nightly face regimen, I snuck his device into my desk drawer.A gay can never be too careful, right?

Thoughts of what he said to me moments ago are floundering in my mind. I can’t be certain why he thought I was some axe murderer. However, I technically lied to him about my name out of fear that he’d turn into yet another user.It bears repeating, a gay can never be too careful.

I approach my desk with an incredibly expectant Newfoundland pup. She wants her damn treat and won’t budge until I give in like I always do.

“Shoots, my Nani,” I glower down at her licking every corner of her jaws. “Here ya go, you big floofer,” I add, reaching into the treat bin for a liver snack.

Nani wags her tail impatiently, but sitting pretty because she knows I don’t reward bad behavior.Goddamn. Maybe I’ve been treating her like one of my boys this whole time?

“Good girl,” I praise her, placing it at the top of her snout. “But that’s all you get for the whole morning, mmkay?”

The desk drawer practically leaps open, as if there’s something on his phone that destiny wants me to discover. Indeed, as I raise the device to see a blinking battery notification, there’s a few unread text messages. Fourteen from a woman namedCarrie, and another from anAllen Downing, recently displaying on his lock screen. I’m only checking his phone to see if it’s already dead. I can’t have the whole of Hawaii Army National Guard on my doorstep under the guise that I’m some creepy killer.

That’d definitely be horrible publicity. Especially since Kragen mentioned sharing the phone’s location with his friend in Nevada. Whom of which is probably the GPS guru he mentioned. By this point, she’s likely assumed his lack of response to such an assault of concerning messages equates to an already dismembered body. Fuck, Reid, you really must stop watching ‘To Catch A Predator.’

Nani moans in my direction as I enter the adjoining door which leads into my master bedroom. Where I fully intend on letting Kragen use my phone. But I’m absolutely certain that I can’t let him log into the web version of Facebook in my Safari browser.God damn you, Sploosh!I let out a grunt of indignation on the trail to my bedstand. All the while cursing every rag publication yet more, because they insist on making my life a living hell.What happened to Britney trashing her poor mother on Instagram? Has that become irrelevant already?

Downstairs in the dining room, Kragen’s scarfed down his entire waffle. In fact, he’s practically eyeing the other half of mine as if he’s been deprived of food for some ten years. My feet shuffle towards the table as I extend my device within an arm’s length of him.

“Here you go, kid,” I say, choking back the guilt of a bold-faced lie. “For some reason Facebook doesn’t work on my internet browser, so you’ll have to just call and hope she answers an808area code.”

Kragen grimaces, probably disappointed. “I don’t remember her phone number by heart,” he claims.

Well fuck a duck, Banana Boy.“Ohhh,” I reply, completely realizing that he’s going to know I lied a moment ago. “Maybe you can—”

He interrupts me instantly. “Oh fuck me,” he growls, confusing the hell out of me.

Do you want Daddy to spread your legs on this table all of a sudden? Are we skipping the tail end of breakfast for another go round? I’m not opposed to giving maple syrup a brand new use.

Kragen’s visage lights up as he points a finger. “Yes I remember it, actually.”

Phwew. Crisis averted.“That’s a good boy, Kragen,” I praise him as he starts dialing. “Let’s hope she answers.”

A couple of minutes listening to the boy speak with Carrie affords me time to finish my waffle. Upon the end of his short conversation, he switches the topic to a banner notification from Apple News.

“Oh my God, Daddy,” he gasps, immediately sinking a pain down to my gut.

My eyes grow to the size of pineapples. “What’s the matter?”

“We must do this today,” he replies, showing me what the ruckus is all about.

Apparently he thinks spending a day with the collective, Whale We Care, recovering plastic and litter off the coast of Maui, is far more enticing than another romp amidst the sheets. Surely I’ve already regenerated just enough spunk, where I can cum another river of my famous magma. But he seems too thrilled about donating his time to such a cause, when I could write a check and let others do the heavy lifting.

A hopeful grin washes my face. “I was kinda hoping we’d have another go in the play room or my massive bed,” I reply with a convincing brow. “We only have what—forty-eight hours until I have to get you back to the main island for your departure?” I add, gesturing a hand. “If you’re passionate about this cause, I’d be happy to write a check in your honor.”

Kragen rolls his eyes impetuously. “When’s the last time you did something selfless that didn’t involve currency?”

“Excuse me, Kragen,” I reply sternly. “That’s no way for a boy to speak to Daddy.”

His beautifully accentuated forehead scrunches. “Oh no,” he holds a palm to his lips. “I think I’m due for a spanking,” he adds, ending a short pause. “But after your pretty little ass does some volunteer work.”

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Halfway into the scorching Hawaiian heat, Kragen and I find ourselves sweaty, covered in filth, heading back to shore on a loud motor boat. There’s a young lady with disheveled hair tied up with a scrunchy from the eighties yelling over the discord of noise.

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