Page 35 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

“Betrayed?” Carter asked. “I mean, I feel like I was the one betrayed in the relationship. Charlie was always going out with those guys.”

What. The. Fuck?

Why would he say that?

“Oh, did he make it seem like I was the bad guy in the relationship?” Carter asked. “Wow. Don’t believe he’s as innocent as he claims to be. That’d be a mistake.”

Rage rose up within me, especially as Daddy studied me as though trying to work out if there was any truth to it.

“Why would you say that?” I asked.

“The truth bother you?”

“You’re not telling the truth,” Daddy said. “Twink is.”

Leo snickered. “Twink?”

I gritted my teeth.

“And here I couldn’t even get you in restraints,” Carter said, and all I could think was how glad I was I hadn’t caved to his interests since he clearly never gave a shit about me. “But now I found a guy who can actually give me what I want, so I guess it’s all good, right?”

Leo tucked his head low, obviously not wanting Carter to share something so private about him, and I kind of felt bad for the guy. But only kind of, especially since I really just had one goal. “Will you just leave us alone?”

“You should listen to him,” Daddy warned, and I found myself checking behind him to see if a tentacle was popping out of the place I’d last seen it. Fortunately, there was no sign of any alien appendages.

“Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Carter added before taking Leo’s hand. He gave me one last look, as though wanting to rub in what he’d gotten away with behind my back.

“See you guys later.” He and Leo headed off.

Daddy kept an eye on them while I took my seat, trying to regroup after all the intense emotions Carter had worked up. That fucking asshole.

“He lied,” Daddy observed.

“Well, he’s good at it.” I couldn’t disguise my bitterness.

“On Hotfut, I could’ve challenged him to a fight and ended him. You would never have to worry about him again.”

Must admit it was tempting, mad as I was, but much as I hated the guy, I didn’t think he should be killed.

“A lot of people would have to die if we got rid of every asshole on Earth.”

“I suppose there was no evolutionary advantage to your species for getting rid of them to begin with.”

“Apparently not.”

He settled in his chair. I could still see the red in his cheeks from how worked up he’d gotten.

“The things he said hurt you. I can feel how much.”

Knowing Daddy had this invasive ability to read me felt so violating, and yet, also comforting because it was the sort of thing I wasn’t able to convey to many. Not as much as it had really hurt. And I could tell it just made him want to protect me. Which was nice.

“I’ll be fine,” I insisted when Daddy reached across the table and took my hand, caressing gently. The touch immediately setme at ease, had this power to alleviate all the pain Carter had inflicted, and I didn’t want him to ever let go.

Fun as our conversation had been up until Carter arrived, it was difficult for me to enjoy the date the way we had been beforehand. So we finished our meal, paid the bill, and Daddy offered to walk me back to my place, since it was on the way to his ship. Wild to think that Daddy and his ship were becoming a normal thing for me.

“Sorry it sucked there at the end,” I said. “I was thinking we’d have a great date, but Carter was eager to fuck that up, and it worked.”

Daddy moved closer, stirring this magnetic draw to him, potent, like an energy that was pulling us together, which made me curious. “So…these adaptive abilities you have. Do they makememore attracted to you the longer we know each other?”