Ace
Morning, Daddy.
You looked so comfy this morning, so I didn’t wake you.
I needed to get in some study time for my Biomechanics test before practice.
My coach is a stickler for punctuality and good grades.
And I still don’t like your username. You’re not dusty.
I sent him a reply before checking the rest of the thread.
Dusty
Morning, baby boy.
You’ll get over it. I think it’s a perfect fit.
Your coach sounds like a asshole.
Overstudying is just as bad as not studying. You’ve got this. We went through it together last night.
Twice.
Checking the text message, I realize quickly it’s one of Will’s brothers.
Maybe: Ollie Grigor
I’m so sorry. I think I freaked your boy out.
This is Ollie, by the way. We met when you came in for your first time.
Sasha Storm
No worries. He did get freaked out, but I’ve calmed him down. I appreciate you reaching out to him. He needs more friends in the lifestyle.
Ollie Grigor
My pleasure.
I’m still sorry.
I checked all the other notifications, and a voicemail caught my attention. The timestamp showed it came in just before my eyes opened, which explained Hawk nosing at my phone.
“It’s Ewen. If you’re still in the building, mind stopping by before you leave?”
I had no clue what the hell was going on, but I took a quick shower, gathering up what I would need for the day.
“You ready, Hawk?”
I swore he nodded at me. I buckled him into his collar, snapping his leash in place before leaving the room. Ewen Grigor stood in the lobby, a large metal cup clutched in his hands, when the elevator doors opened. The smell of coffee, super-sweet coffee, filled the air, making my mouth water.
“I fucking hope you have a cup for me. I’m not into being teased.”
Ewen smirked. “But I’m into teasing. So too bad, so sad.”
“Prick.”
