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19
ARLO
The next morning
Best.Daddy. Ever.
My heart is full as I sit in the pillow fort with Constantine. All morning, I've latched onto him like a baby koala. Nothing can pry me away from him. Especially not after the wonderful wedding we attended yesterday afternoon.
Constantine runs his fingers across my arm, then slides my sippy cup across the bed. "Here you go, pretty boy. You deserve a treat."
I burrow into Constantine's shoulder. "Will Nana be okay with me drinking from a sippy cup?" I can't help but laugh. "This might be a step too far."
I think back to the lady I met at Michael's wedding. Okay, here's the deal. Not once in my life did I expect a grandmother to be open to this type of relationship.
There's the age gap, for starters. Constantine's in his late thirties and I'm barely twenty-one. Because I'm undernourished and wear braces, I don't look a day over eighteen. That should be enough to draw protests from most normal people.
And there's the age play aspect of our relationship. Even if Nana understood our age difference, I doubt she'd accept the fact that I call ConstantineDaddy. After all, it's not "normal."
But I hope I'm wrong. I'd love it if Constantine's grandmother accepted our relationship. I'd love it if she was proud of her grandson for finding a boy who wouldn't cheat on him and who adored him with all his heart. Nana could tell I stared at Constantine with puppy dog eyes and would never dream of cheating on him.
The idea of cheating on Constantine is laughable to me. Every man I've ever been on a date with has rejected me. And Lord knows I'd never sacrifice what Constantine and I have. He's the most special man I've ever met, and I'm lucky as hell he's in my life.
Constantine snorts. "Nana is—how do I put this?—too open-minded."
I chuckle. "You think? She was fine when I called you Daddy. If I still had a grandmother, I doubt she'd be okay with that."
Constantine brushes a strand of hair over my ear. "My mother and father were in a kink relationship when they met, sweetheart. That's why Nana is so accepting."
I nearly spurt apple juice all over the pillow fort. "You're joking." I turn to Constantine.
This man can't be serious. Not only are his brothers involved in the lifestyle, but his parents are, too?
Constantine nods. "My father met my mother at a BDSM munch in France. This is top secret."
I make a zipping motion over my lips. "Mum's the word."
Constantine massages my lower back. "My father likes being dominated in bed. He's an unconventional Mafia Don. The women he met in Italy weren't into submissive men. They were close-minded and only wanted to be with rough, alpha males."
"Wow." That sounds so Italian.
Constantine kisses my cheek. "The French were more open-minded. My mother was the lead dominatrix at a kink club when she scened with my father. They played together every weekend until my father asked her out. They dated and fell in love."
I take a sip of apple juice. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
"When Nana discovered her son's kinks, she was fine with it. She dabbled in kink in her twenties and passed those inclinations on to my father."
"It makes sense now." My cheeks turn pink. "Although I can't picture Nana being into kink. She's too sweet for that."
Nana makes killer garlic bread, but she seems too grandmotherly to be into freaky things in bed.
Constantine runs his hand across my lower back. "Nana loves kink. She was a dominatrix like my mom."
I knock my sippy cup over. The liquid spills out onto the mattress, making a little puddle on the sheets.
I envision Nana with a whip in her hand. The mental image is too hilarious for me to believe.
"You must be joking." I let out a laugh as I pick up my sippy cup. "I can't picture Nana doing that."
