Screwed the pooch on that one.
I mean you need friends who are boys, not boys who are boyfriends.
Those are two very, very different things.
You know that, right?
Aiden
Yes, I know that, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea.
Ollie
Screw that second guessing shit.
Unless you’ve decided kink and finding a Daddy isn’t your jam, then I’ll leave you alone.
We can meet up for lunch or something, instead.
Otherwise, I expect you to get your sexy ass to the club for Daddy Night.
Aiden
I’m not in the market for a Daddy.
And you didn’t answer the question about what is hella wrong.
Ollie
I think you mean on the market.
Your Daddy type can stand at the bar and watch over you without outing you.
I shot up in bed, panicking. Full-blown panicking. A tingling, panting, sweating mess, all while my heart took off like a Kentucky Derby racehorse. The beats sounded in my ears, roaring loudly.
How does he know?
We’d been so careful. Our relationship only existed off campus. We used the club to spend time together, but only in the private rooms upstairs, and weneverarrived or left together.
I typed out several possible responses, only to delete each of them and try again.
Ollie
I see those typing dots.
Don’t lie to me.
There’s no need.
I won’t say anything.
I think that rule is uber freaking stupid. You’re a damn adult and so is he.
Aiden
Ollie
Ollie
