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My head staggers intently. “Not necessarily,” I counter. “I’ve been looking for some sort of longevity ever since—”
He interrupts me. “Ever since Wade Learn fucked every guy in the state of Hawaii?”
“Bingo,” I reply. “You practically know more about me than even I do, yet I don’t even know your last name.”
An awkward moment of silence endures, meanwhile, loud sizzling sounds from across the patio remind me that I’m probably burning our steaks to a charred mess. “Fuck, our steaks!” I shriek, completely questioning why I let Luka have the weekend off.Maybe I am the pretentious pretty boy society takes me for.
* * *
“It’s Darling,” Kragen blurts, shoveling a forkful of leftover potato salad my chef made three nights ago.
I finish slurping down a swig of my Diet Coke. “What’s darling?” I ask with a raised brow. “Your pretty face, right?”
Kragen blushes. “No no, my last name is Darling,” he says, reminding me that I asked several minutes ago.
Such a pretty name. Now I want to ask if he’s willing to trade. Fairchild sounds every bit as spoiled as he perceives. Though I hope his sentiments have evolved after a more refined understanding of who I really am.Maybe I haven’t reformed him quite enough to make him see the real me.
“I love that name, boy,” I admit, tenderly caressing his arm. “Sounds way better than mine.”
He smirks. “Yeah Fairchild is definitely a pretentious sounding name.”
My middle finger and thumb flick a brazen pop into his jowl.
“Owww,” the boy flinches with a grimace. “What was that for?”
I look him square in the eyes. “That was for being a little shit, boy,” I chide playfully, surely feeding my Daddy instincts more than I care to admit. “If you plan on hanging out with Daddy this weekend, you’re gonna learn a bit of respect, young man.”
Kragen shoots a discerning look straight into my soul. “I could stay with you until Wednesday morning,” he says, looking over to the door. “I gotta piss something fierce, where’s the bathroom?”
“Down the hall past the maid’s quarters and to the left,” I instruct him, pointing randomly in no particular direction of accuracy. “Speaking of, it’s almost Golden Hour and we need to get dressed for the club soon.”
* * *
Thanks to my spotty brain, I completely spaced that there were still a few outfits of Wade’s in his corner wardrobe of the dressing room. Since Kragen’s wrinkly clothes have been scattered around the floor of my upper hallway for hours, there’s no way in a Hawaiian hell that I’d force my arm candy to look like a disheveled beach bum. This being Hawaii and all, there’s bound to be at least one of those tonight anyhow.
“Oooh this is perfect, you think?” I announce over my shoulder, holding up a silky light blue button down with a banana pattern.
Kragen grimaces. “Banana’s, seriously?” He asks, bashfully covering both eyes. “Is this because you’ve called me‘Banana Boy’a million times today?”
I click my tongue. “Perhaps,” I retort. “If the shoe fits, boy,” I grunt.
Ideally, I see him strutting into the club around my arm with this shirt half-buttoned, and a pair of seafoam green chino’s. A small yellow ascot loosely tied around his incredibly ample neck, with a pair of round blue mirrored sunglasses. We couldn’t be any luckier that he and Wade are the exact same size, because I have zero time to go shopping. And nothing would get my cock hard fast enough.Eat your hearts out fellas, this is my darling boy. Literally.
I summon the boy over to me with two fingers, so I can hold the shirt up to him in front of a full-length mirror. He saunters hesitantly with what seems like a permanent look of uncertainty. My enlivened dick hardens at the mere sight of Kragen behind this piece of luxury garb.
“I don’t know,” he whimpers. “It’s a little flashy and one-hundred percent not me at all,” he clarifies. “Ever since K-Mart shut down, I’ve been sporting clothes from JCPenney.”
My head wavers, ravenous to see him dressed to the fucking nines. “This is Dolce & Gabbana, boy,” I affirm. “You’re gonna cause so much envy with my arm around your shoulders,” I add, clicking my tongue. “Why not put the final nail in that coffin and dress you pretty?”
Kragen shamefully shakes his head. “The state of Michigan begs to differ,” he counters. “My everlasting stain right here has cursed me with a lifetime of ugliness.”
The fuck it does, boy. You’re beautiful. Absolutely stunning in my eyes, and I want the day to come very soon that you believe it for yourself. What is it gonna take for me to make him realize he’s incredibly sexy? He might be a bit on the mouthy side. What boy isn’t? But his heart is so unadulterated, making him the most charming boy I’ve probably ever met.
Instinctively, my hand slaps his bare ass cheeks with a medium level of force. “Say that again and you’re gonna get my special paddle,” I hiss. “Kragen, you’re one of the most beautiful boys I’ve ever met in my life,” I add, the curl of my finger meeting the smooth flesh under his chin. “What can Daddy do to make you realize this for yourself?”
His eyes swell to the size of melons, as that hazel-green sea drowns both of those lithe pupils. “You honestly mean that, Reid?” He replies, a tinge of doubt in the crack of his voice.
I raise an eyebrow. “What did I tell you to call me, little boy?”
