Prologue
Sebastian
Iwas twelve when I met my soulmate.
I didn’t know it then, but maybe I should have suspected it sooner.
I was sixteen when I watched a movie with him and my brother.
That's big because I never watch movies with other people.
I was seventeen when I started to study his body language and expression.
I noticed his body, the way he moved. I studied his smiles, his expressions, his every tell.
I was eighteen when I jokingly called him Daddy.
He only laughed and shook his head, like I was some rebel kid there to annoy him.
I was nineteen when I watched him have sex and imagined it was me he was riling.
Every thrust of his hips, every moan, the way his back arched… everything captivated me.
I was twenty when I decided he would be mine. Or maybe I made that decision from the second I saw him.
That was the time I created a plan and put it into action.
Iamtwenty-two now, and it’s time to claim what was always mine.
My brother’s boyfriend. His husband… or rather, his ex-husband.
Daddy Ezrah, I’m coming for you.
Your boy is finally coming home.
Chapter one
Sebastian
Even in high school, I knew I was messed up in the head. If I went down the road of psychological analysis, I could probably trace back the beginning. Where and how did everything went so wrong with me? But truth be told… I don’t want to.
Guilt is something I haven’t felt since I was a kid.
But anyway, why am I writing all of this? I’m preparing a grand gift of love for you, my Daddy. And what better way than to write letters to you? Too bad that anything I try to write ends up sounding psychotic, and I don’t want to scare my Daddy.
I pout as I stare at my handwriting. This doesn’t sound right.
Who starts a love letter by admitting they’re not right in the head?
I need some advice. Now.
Me:Fluffy, I need you. ASAP.
His response comes immediately.
Fluffy:Let me guess. It's something about your Daddy.
Me:How did you know?
