Page 23 of A Daddy for Maddy

Maddy: His name is Kornie.

Then he sent a bunch of laughing/smiling emojis. Such a baby.

Before the doors to Club 99 opened, I conferred with Cuddles.

“I have a friend coming any minute. You might remember him from last night. He’s the boy who was hit in the head.”

Cuddles smiled. “You mean the one you had sitting by the wall and went out with after your shift?”

“His name is Maddy. He’s my guest tonight.”

“If he’s got his unicorn with him, he won’t be hard to miss.”

Within ten minutes, Maddy showed up, Kornie in hand. He grinned when he saw me, his whole face lighting up.

My heart started to pound just to look at him. I was already getting attached. I reached out, grasped him by the shoulders and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

“Hi, Colin.” He spoke softly, his cheeks growing pink.

“Hey, not-a-baby.”

“Thanks for inviting me tonight. It makes me super happy.”

I took his hand in mine. “Glad to hear it. I’m sorry I’m working. I want to spend more time with you.”

“It’s okay. Just being here and knowing you’re here is nice.”

“All right then.” I gently tugged his hand. “Cuddles, I’m taking my boy to the littles room.”

“Okay.”

I usually didn’t leave the front unoccupied unless called to an emergency. Stewart wasn’t coming on shift for another hour. But Maddy took top priority for me right now. My stalker could be anyone inside the club. The littles room would be safe because it always had so many boys around and most of the time they were peaceful, unless they got mad and threw metal cars.

I opened the door and led Maddy inside. It was still early. Only two daddies and two littles had arrived. But everything looked peaceful.

Maddy looked around the room, then went straight to the coloring book shelf. I went with him.

“See anything you like?” I asked.

He pulled out a coloring book filled with animals. “I like this.”

“Great.”

He grabbed a box of crayons and went to one of the low, round tables and made himself comfortable with a pillow under his ass.

I went to the fridge and got him a juice box. When I set it in front of him, he looked up at me as if I’d given him a pot of gold.

“Thank you. Um. Daddy.”

“Go ahead and call me that all you want. I like it.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Will you be fine here for a while?”

“Very.”

“Text me if you need anything, all right?”

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