Page 34 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

“It’s kind of my thing as a Furker.”

“Well, here on Earth, we have art and plenty of it features death, but they just pretend to die.”

“I have seen stories presented in this way too. Although, the species I was referring to with the dance, they lack the imagination that could allow one to find a fake death compelling.”

Because of his experience with other species, Daddy had such an interesting perspective about things I never had any reason to consider, and as odd as some of these things were, it was fascinating to hear about them anyway.

I told him about movies and TV shows we had here, likeFriendsandGolden Girls. After the waiter arrived with our meal, I let him take a few bites before asking, “How do you like your steak?”

“It’s delicious. Are you enjoying your chicken schnitzel?”

“It has the perfect amount of crisp to it. I think I might get a little dessert afterward. Would you like that? They have a red-velvet cheesecake I love. Want to share?”

“I would enjoy that as well.”

I beamed, and he did that thing where he stared at me as though taking notes about me. Weird as it was, it was nice too, like he was thoughtful enough to take in information about me.

I was waiting for the waiter to return, when a familiar voice said, “Well, well, well…”

The hairs on my neck pricked. Daddy’s face flushed red, and he pushed to his feet.

“Oh, whoa, big guy,” Carter said, sidling up beside me.

I cringed as I turned to him, seeing Leo at his side. “Hi, Carter. Leo.”

Carter extended his hand for a shake, and given Daddy’s demeanor, I was a little nervous he might do something wild like tear the guy’s arm off. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy that a little—no! That’s mean!

“This is my ex—”

“Cheating Asshole,” Daddy said, which made my face hot again, and unlike most of the times around him, for all the wrong reasons.

Carter was understandably taken aback. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met.”

“I’m Daddy.”

Carter and Leo exchanged a look, smirks stretched across their faces.

God, can’t I just be dead?

“Kinky,” Carter said, judgment in his tone as he shot me a look.

“Please just go away.”

“You guys on a date?” he asked.

“Yes,” Daddy answered. “And I think it’d be better if you would leave.”

“Relax, big guy. He was mine first.”

“I wasn’tyours,” I said through my teeth. “We were just boyfriends.”

He placed his hand over his heart. “Ooh, breaking my heart.”

“Can I take that as a request?” Daddy asked.

Given everything that had come up during our discussions about some of the other cultures Daddy had encountered, I felt it was important to interject. “No, he’s just saying stupid shit. You don’t need to hurt anyone.”

“In some cultures, you’re killed when you betray your mate,” Daddy told him, and nice as it was to have him standing up for me, the way Carter’s expression twisted up, he seemed reasonably confused by all this.