Chapter 2
TWINK
Last night, Roger kept texting me about coming out to Jocks. I didn’t want to because I figured I’d run into that asshole Carter, but Roger insisted, so I wound up going out.
I know. I should probably have better boundaries, but how do best friends work with boundaries?
That’s not what I wanted to tell you about, though.
So maybe I wasn’t being as good about drinks as I should have been, but after I got a few in, I was feeling better—much better than I have since the breakup—and then Roger bought me a shot.
I should have said no, but I don’t regret it because I saw the hottest Daddy at the bar, standing directly behind us.
He was just my type! Thick, with a chest, head, and face full of dark-brown hair, but unfortunately, leather covering the part I really wanted to see because I just know that guy has a fat cock on him.
And the way he was looking at me—sigh—those eyes bored right into me and wanted me to bend over and find out just how fat.
Seemed like the kind of guy who could’ve helped me get that bastard Carter—a.k.a. my cheating ex—off my brain.
Despite wanting to chat up Hot Daddy, Roger practically dragged me off to the dance floor, but even there, I was just thinking about Daddy. I must’ve been pretty damn obvious because Roger said, “I know who you’re thinking about.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. He was too drunk to mess around with anyway.”
Still, I wouldn’t have minded him taking me wherever he wanted me.
In the bathroom stall.
In an alley nearby.
His place, my place.
Anyone’s place.
“The guy looked totally out of it,” Roger added. “He could barely get two words out.”
“You think he’s okay?” I asked, concerned.
Roger laughed. “Oh yeah, that big guy looked like he has a lot to worry about. I think you were worried about his hard cock. You wanna find a way to make sure it’s okay?”
Kinda.
“Shut up,” I said. “I just don’t know if it was a good idea to leave him like that.”
“He’s probably here with friends. He’ll be fine.”
“You’re right.” I kept looking around, hoping to see him again and determine if he really was with friends, but I didn’t see where he’d gone to, so I shook it off and kept dancing with my buddy.
It was nineties night, so I didn’t really recognize anything, and then there was this one Raye song I thought was about to play, but it wasn’t even that.
Anyway…
Roger noticed something out of the corner of his eye.
“What?” I asked, but I already knew.
“Okay, don’t turn right away, but…”
Too late. I followed his line of sight to find Carter with that guy he cheated on me with—Leo.
Because of course his name was Leo. Leo and Carter.
They sounded like an OnlyFans team, the kind who’d have plenty of PPV content and probably live in a mansion from fucking so many guys together.
It wasn’t just their names either. They totally looked that way, which is probably why Carter moved on from me…
Charlie, which is pretty much the cutest thing I could do with a name like Charles.
Not that there’s anything wrong with being a Charlie, but come on, Mom and Dad, couldn’t I have been something sexy like Jesse or Dax or Liam?
Just seeing Carter and Leo together, holding hands, flaunting their new relationship status, sent a jolt of rage through me. To think Carter was getting plenty of sex from Leo those last five months we were together. And we were only together six months!
“You good?” Roger asked, knowing I was anything but.
“Aren’t asshole exes supposed to lock themselves in their place and never leave?
” I groaned, starting to feel a little nauseous, though that might have been the last shot we had at the bar.
“I want to get out of here, ideally without that asshole noticing me. I’m sorry. Are you gonna be mad if I head out?”
“Mad? Hell yeah. Pissed at Carter for ruining what should be a fun night. But no, bruh. Here, I can go with you.”
“I’m, like, a block away, and Tyler’s meeting you here. I don’t want to ruin the night.”
“You sure?” he asked, because he’s a good friend like that.
“I’m sure,” I said before we hugged it out.
I avoided Carter and Leo like the plague as I headed to the front door.
I’d only made it a few yards down the street before I could feel that last shot really kicking in, making me lightheaded.
“Fuck.” I stumbled, clearly drunker than I thought.
I tried to correct my step, knowing my forehead was about to meet the pavement, when I felt someone behind me, helping me stay on my feet.
“Oh, thank you,” I said, assuming it was Roger. “But I’ll be fine.” I wasn’t really sure, given how quickly that hit me. I just didn’t think it was fair for him to have to take me back to my place when he should be out having a fun Friday night.
As I turned to him, I was shocked to find it wasn’t Roger at all, but the Daddy.
“Oh…” I said, taken aback. “Daddy.”
The hairs on his gorgeous face shifted with a smile as he pressed his hand to his chest. “Daddy,” he assured me, oddly.
Is he that drunk?
Am I that drunk?
“Thanks, but I’m fine. Just that last shot hit me kind of hard, but I’m not far from here.”
He stood there, staring at me, watching me in a way that honestly felt pretty nice.
That’s such a Pisces thing, though, am I right?
“Sorry, I’m making this awkward. It was nice meeting you.” I turned toward my place, but again, I stumbled. Fucking A. This time, the whole world started to move, the nausea really kicking in.
“The hell?”
It took me a moment to reorient, and I realized Daddy had picked me up, cradling me in his arms, his thick chest right at my side.
God, I wish I could lean over and take a bite.
I bit my bottom lip, stifling any drunken impulse that might make me do something really fucking stupid, before our gazes locked. I waited for him to say something about how drunk I was, but he stared blankly, mouth open, I assumed because of how awkward I made the situation.
“Sorry, I think I got carried away tonight, and now you’re carrying me away.”
Ooh, even worse, I was suddenly cringe as fuck.
“I guess you should put me down so I can get home,” I told him, but he just stared at my lips.
“Uhhhh…”
I waited for him to say something, but he must’ve had too many to drink as well.
“You know, I don’t want to sound weird, but I’m just around the corner, and I’m not saying we should hook up because we’re obviously too drunk for that, but maybe if you needed a place to sleep, I have a couch.”
Given all the true crime TikToks and podcasts I listen to, I really shouldn’t have jumped right to that.
The guy could’ve been a serial killer for all I knew.
But maybe because I watched so much of that stuff, I figured I was some kind of expert and would totally know if I was about to invite a serial killer back to my place.
Still, even though he was acting strangely, I didn’t feel threatened. There was something about Daddy that set me at ease…which also could have been a thing serial killers had an ability to do, but something told me this wasn’t the case with him.
He finally nodded.
“Wow. You must be hammered. Maybe if we can’t get home on our own, we can work together. Here, I’ll show you the way. Just keep going down the street and take a right.”
It was funny watching Daddy try and take directions.
He must’ve been really disoriented because it wasn’t enough to tell him left and right, I had to point the way.
And it was even more hilarious seeing how confused he was when I tried to pass him my keycard to get into the apartment building.
That moment made me realize I was doing as much a favor for him as he was for me, but I really wasn’t sure how we made it to my apartment because I was so out of it by then.
But also, delighted I had Hot Daddy at my place.
After my breakup with Carter, it would be nice to have a night with a sexy Daddy rather than crying my eyes out.