Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
There were still great gaps in my knowledge base, but nothing I’d seen so far made me uncomfortable with his little side.
Victor was still smiling as he finished his drink, but I could see his brain whirling as he set down his glass. “Did you get a chance to see what you have in common outside of the Daddy and little stuff? Did you talk about his interests in lactation?”
Did we discuss anything stressful?
“No.” I shrugged when he gave me the raised eyebrow look back. “Dally made it clear I wasn’t to push things too sexual.”
Because Milo would’ve let me.
“So that kept things at a certain level and I was trying not to think about the lactation part of it.” Not because I hated it or was trying to avoid it completely, but I’d never dated anyone like Milo and I wasn’t sure what he was picturing.
“He’s not just okay with it.” Victor smirked when I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “And he’s not just looking for a new kink.”
No, he wasn’t.
“No, he’s looking for a Daddy who can take care of him.” In a very unique way.
The only question was if I was that Daddy or not.
Chapter 5
Milo
“Why are you here again?” It certainly wasn’t to be helpful.
“I’m here so you actually go out on the date.” Dally flopped down on my bed and spread out like he was making snow angels. “I’m pretty sure if I don’t make you go, then you’ll find a reason not to.”
I hated it when his brain actually worked.
“You’re being ridiculous.” I managed to sound almost believable.
Almost.
Dally lifted his head and smiled at me…always a bad sign. “So you haven’t already started texting him that something came up? Work? Tummy ache?”
He was evil.
“Stomachache.” I wasn’t little, so it wasn’t my tummy. “But I stopped myself before I hit send.”
He rolled his eyes as he lay back down. “I came in while you were trying to text him, didn’t I?”
He seemed to pick and choose when his brain worked.
“Yes.” My answer made Dally giggle. He liked being right. “But there are some valid reasons why this is a bad idea.”
“Name me five.” Dally sounded like he was up for a challenge but it was easy.
“Age gap. No experience with a little. He didn’t talk about the lactating thing at all. Job gap. He’s got his life together.” When Dally lifted his head, I interrupted. “The last two are very different things, so you can’t claim them as one. If you do, then I’m going to add finances because I woke up about three in the morning realizing where I’d seen his watch. It’s worth at least ten fucking thousand dollars.”
I loved window shopping online, but the only watch I’d ever had was from Walmart and it’d been a Mickey Mouse one that I’d gotten from one of my foster families. I still had it in my underwear drawer, but I’d never be able to buy a watch like his in a thousand years.
“At least they weren’t ten-thousand-dollar shoes. There’s stupider stuff he could’ve wasted money on.” Dally frowned, stretching and wiggling again while he thought. “I’m pretty sure my grandpa said they were status symbols in the business world. That’s one of those fields where you have to look like you don’t need money to make money.”
Okay, he might’ve had a point about that.
“And rich people give useless gifts too. If his family has money, his mom might’ve given it to him for his birthday.” Lifting his head again, Dally shrugged. “Like my mother when she gives everyone clothes they don’t need or won’t wear.”
She was thoughtful but kind of weird.
Every year for my birthday, I ended up with T-shirts for bands I’d never heard of. Dally said it was because of something she saw in a parenting book but it’d never made sense to me.
“Everything else is still valid.” Finally giving up on him leaving, I headed over to the bed and flopped down beside him. Besides my kitchen table, it was the only place to sit in my studio apartment but I didn’t care because I got to live on my own.
“Slightly valid under some circumstances.” Holding up his hand, he started counting things off on his fingers. “You like the age gap. You like older men, and older men who are Daddies are at the top of your to be fucked by list. Besides, he’s not that old.”
Okay, maybe that was true.
But before I could find a way to tell him he was wrong, he put down another finger. “No experience means he doesn’t have any bad habits like that Daddy who thought spankings should be punishments. He was weird.”
Agreed.
Everyone knew spankings were fun and punishments should be boring or terrible, like writing lines or not getting to use my favorite sippy cups.