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Daddy totters back to the dressing room, shaking his pretty head in the process. “Well not anymore,” he huffs proudly.
I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean, but I toss back another gulp of water before opening the Gmail app on my iPad. After a few taps, the blinking cursor on my new message screen leaves me unsure how to begin. As much as I’d love to drop a few profane words, displaying hostility would be moot. Though with my censored hat on, the message appears to write itself. A couple of minutes later affords me one last glance to proofread, ensuring I haven’t left out anything vital.
TO: Allen.Downing
FROM: Kragen.Darling
SUBJECT: Notice of Resignation
Allen,
I’m grateful for the time spent working under your leadership at The Patriot’s Examiner. Due to unforeseen circumstances, I must allow this email to serve as my immediate resignation.
There is no pertinent information about Fairchild Resorts Group. I implore you to move on with another investigative story elsewhere. It is with full assurance that should you choose to send anyone else to dig into this completely innocuous corporation, you’ll be met with a legal team larger than your fat fucking throat.
Turns out, even with my censored hat securely on, I’ve still allowed one thing to slip right on through like Daddy’s lubricated cock. The last few words turn blue upon highlighting them, before proceeding to correct my indignation.
larger than the publication’s entire payroll. I don’t intend on returning to Denver to surrender the company laptop or my press badge. So Cornelia Street Media can provide a prepaid shipping label for them.
Eat shit and die old man,
That doesn’t sound professional either. After another quick revision, it’s now teeming with courtesy. Even though I want him to know how incredibly much he’s disliked.
I wish you all the best,
Kragen W. Darling
No sooner do I zip the message off into the interwebs, when Reid appears from the closet with another one of Wade’s old outfits.
“You’re gonna look better in these carnation pink shorts than Wade ever did,” he affirms, gesturing a finger for me to stand.
A short chuckle falls from my lips. “That’s the same fucking color as Pepto Bismal,” I reply, grimacing.
“That may be so,” he counters quickly. “But you’re Daddy’s darling boy—literally—” he stammers. “So it’s either this or your birthday suit until we’ve finished shopping today,” he finishes, grunting almost as if the latter could be a possibility.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
REID
Areflection stares back at me from the walk-in’s mirror, as I graze a finger over the mark left in the wake of my boy’s fangs. That’s going to leave one hell of a hickey. However, he’s been warned. Turnabout is fair play. It occurred to me at five this morning that Kragen and I should wear matching outfits for dinner with his parents. Not like I haven’t already met them. But if I must be perfectly honest, what an entirely fucked introduction that was altogether. If there could be a do-over, my need for perfection would more than appreciate it.
A smile warms my face, validating every deep feeling for him has evolved rapidly. Not hastily, but more natural than fresh churned butter. The best part of it all, is he’s moving down to paradise so I can take care of him indefinitely. Even though I’m ceaselessly thrilled about this, a certain wave of nausea pangs my gut. Though it has nothing to do with my little darling boy, yet everything involving a one fucking Francine who’s been attempting to stage a coups behind my back.If only father were here to send that bitch packing.
Apparently the family legacy all but rests on my shoulders, causing me to get rid of the horse mouth in his memory. No sooner do I slap an Imagine Dragons t-shirt over my head, when I hear a notification emanating from my phone out in the bedroom.It’s probably her, already positioning an army against me.
I saunter through the bedroom, hoisting an outfit option to dress His Royal Highness bedside. Given the recent pain I’ve inflicted on him, it’s the absolute least I can do. He seems to have bounced back from the amazing fuck sesh, which might live rent free in my head for a solid week.
In the most genuine Fairchild fashion, Kragen announces his disdain for the pink shorts dangling from my left hand. Not that I could blame him, though. Just because I’m queer as a two dollar bill, doesn’t mean I have to look the part. Sad but true, this is the only other clean item of clothing once belonging to Wade Learn.
Banana Boy winces. “I suppose I’ll wear it, but perhaps Iwilltake you up on your offer for a couple of outfits after all.”
Good boy. You’ll take to being a Fairchild just fine indeed.My head nods in total agreement. “Absolutely, little boy,” I reply, grinning. “You’re gonna have an entire wardrobe by the end of the week.”
He tosses his iPad onto the bed behind him. “I don’t wanna seem like a doctor’s kid or anything, though.”
I shake my head almost too suddenly. “Not at all, Kragen,” I reply, slipping his arms through a silk flamingo shirt. “Fairchild’s never settle for a goddamn thing,” I add, swallowing a gulp of air. “Unfortunately, this is the only clean pair of shorts you’ll fit in until we leave Luxury Row.”
My Daddy instincts feel slightly unprepared. While I totally proposed him moving in with me on a whim, yesterday’s fight transforming into dinner and play—then ending in an injury—has me feeling guilty on more than one level. Now I get to make up for all of these shortcomings by spoiling the boy rotten.
