It feels so nice to put it into writing, to tell someone outside of my inner most circle.
Goal Daddy: No shit, what else is new?
Goal Daddy: He’s kind of a giant dick.
After a long moment of staring at the fact Xavier isn’t shocked to hear that I loathe my father figure, I move to reply, but another message appears.
Goal Daddy: You’re nothing like him, you know.
Relief races through my veins. It would be the worst thing in the world had he said I’m like thatcabron.
Goal Daddy: I mean… other than the obvious physical similarities, and the fact you’re a millionaire.
I can’t help but let a smirk tug at my lips.
Goal Daddy: You’re a hotter millionaire than he is.
Goal Daddy: In case that matters.
That smirk has grown into a full smile as something that feels remarkably like tension eases out of my shoulders a little. It’s embarrassing how much this affects me,heaffects me.
Goal Daddy: You okay?
I heave out a sigh. I’m not, I’m so not, but I’m trying so hard to be okay.
Artemis: I’m good. You?
Goal Daddy: Riiiiight. And I’m a self-made millionaire too.
He sends no fewer than twelve eye roll emojis. I can’t help chuckling. Am I that easy to read? Or is he taking a shot in the dark? Was asking if he liked his family that much of a giveaway?
Goal Daddy: You can talk to me, Artemis. I’m not only trying to get in your pants you know.
Goal Daddy: (To be clear, the inference was that I’m trying to get in your heart, too!)
This fucking guy. He’s just… so… open. So easy with his feelings. What must that be like?
Xavier’s name lights up my screen as he calls me. Outside of corporate, do people actually use phones to… you know… talk to each other?
What is this witchcraft? Thankfully, he’s not video calling, because I’m not sure I could fight the urge to go to him if he gave me that lazy smile, and his floppy fucking hair was all magazine perfect and inviting.
I clear my throat, ignoring the swarm of insects buzzing in my stomach, but the call drops.
Goal Daddy: Pick up the fucking phone, Artemis.
My lips twitch again. Other than our bastard sperm donor, people don’t tell me what to do. Not ever. Dominant is part of the de la Peña DNA. It’s the de la Peña way.
Artemis: Or what?
Now my dick jerks. It hasn’t forgotten how Xavier’s cocktasted, how soft his caresses were, how hungrily he consumed me, or how easily I came in my pants.
Goal Daddy: Don’t make me threaten to spank you.
My hand freezes on the waistband of my sweats as my cock stretches to life, my body betraying me.
Goal Daddy: Because I’d have to follow through.
Goal Daddy: I’m not an empty promises kind of guy.
