Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
It was going to be really funny if he really was some kind of secret agent.
Enzo was going to end up with gray hair over the whole thing, but Terrence seemed to be having fun and was doing a good job at defending Enzo from the family. It’d made me realize that I was going to have to defend Bastian from the chaos when he finally agreed to be my Daddy.
Terrence was one big learning experience the universe knew I needed to see before I was ready to get my own Daddy.
Especially since I hadn’t realized that was what I needed…or that it was what Bastian had been hiding…but between the internet and Terrence, I was ready for anything.
Including my drag-his-feet Daddy.
And thanks to my Secret Santa Daddy, I was going to get everything I wanted for Christmas.
Chapter 2
Bastian
What.
The.
Fuck.
Someone was stalking him and he was too fucking innocent to see it.
How the hell had his family let it happen?
Where had the asshole seen him?
An online dating site?
What the fuck had he been doing lately?
I went away for work for a week and he got himself a stalker?
Wait.
An online dating site?
Digging out my phone as I headed back inside from where I was originally just taking out the trash, I then pulled up the stupid app I’d been talked into downloading. It didn’t take long to find him once I’d narrowed the search function down by age and location.
Fucking hell.
It was flirty and naughty and entirely too honest with what he seemed to be looking for. It was no wonder someone was giving the brat all the attention he wanted.
Secret Santa Daddy my fucking ass.
He’d gotten himself a stalker who just bought good presents.
A Build-a-Bear?
Expensive chocolate?
Toys?
Orlando was looking for a Daddy?
Did he even know what that was?
He’d always seemed to be on the innocent side of things and not the type of innocent that was just doing it for attention. I’d run into those a lot, and he wasn’t good enough at lying to have been fooling me with the what does this joke mean kind of confusion.
Hell, I’d heard one of his family members having to explain a dirty joke about a screwdriver and a cucumber that’d been the dumbest thing I’d ever heard.
“Who the fuck is supposed to be watching out for him?” His cousin Enzo had been keeping a close eye on him since he was the foreman for what had turned into a family construction business, but it was clear he’d dropped the ball.
Kinky dating sites?
He was too young for that kind of stuff.
Wasn’t he?
No. He had to be.
“What the hell are they doing letting him sign up for something like this?” A Daddy? An older man? His fucking preferences were ridiculous. There was no way he knew he wanted to explore spankings and role-playing.
He probably didn’t know what either of them were.
Somehow Orlando had always walked through life with his head in the clouds or buried in the sand and he’d ended up startlingly innocent. But that seemed to have taken a drastic turn in a very short period of time, and I didn’t like it one bit.
“What the hell has been going on?” I missed a couple of family dinners and all fucking hell broke loose. “A Daddy?”
What the fuck did he mean by role-playing?
There were too many options for that and too many dirty people online. What if he meant pretending not to know his date so they could flirt, and his stalker thought that meant something a lot more interesting?
Did Orlando know what he was insinuating?
“He’s going to end up with some asshole with a breeding kink if he’s not careful.” We were all over the internet lately, so who knew what kind of guy had found him.
He’d gotten presents.
He was expecting something else tomorrow.
“Fucking hell.” That was not acceptable because I had to work. “Fucking hell.”
Stomping through the house to the front door, I shoved on my shoes and headed out into the yard. Orlando was probably busy playing with his Build-a-Bear or doing something innocent and cute, so I didn’t bother being quiet or subtle as I dragged out the ladder from the garage that was almost too small to be considered a garage.
“Someone’s got to take care of that brat before he gets abducted by a fucking stalker who thinks he’s a Daddy.” If anyone got to Daddy that brat it would—
“Fucking hell.” I needed to stop that train of thought before it got out of hand. “Stalkers and wannabe Daddies.”
Orlando needed more supervision and I was going to be the one to do it.
“His family clearly can’t be trusted with that job.” It wasn’t hard, but someone had dropped the ball big time. “Fucking online dating profiles and asshole stalkers.”
Chocolates and toys?
That was fighting dirty because Orlando would never realize someone sending him everything he wanted was dangerous. He’d never even set up an online dating profile before, so he probably didn’t even know how dangerous it could be.