Page 31 of A Daddy for Maddy

But days later, I’d heard Trent had taken Ozzy with him to his estate in the mountains to heal. I didn’t know Trent well, but he was my boss and I’d worked at the club for five years. I was familiar with his routines. And I also knew he had a rule never to fraternize with staff or patrons. It was the same rule that applied to all his staff. I was breaking that rule, just as Trent had done. But no one had said a word to me about it.

Ozzy was obviously a special case, especially when I found out over Christmas they’d become a couple. A daddy/little couple.

Ozzy looked much better than when I’d last seen him. Strong. Healthy. A very attractive boy.

I came into the room with Maddy trailing me.

“Hello, Mr. Winterbourne.”

He gave me a quick smile. “I’ve told you to call me Trent. Who do you have with you?”

“That’s Maddy.”

“Hello, Maddy.” Trent’s voice went low and a bit soft when he spoke to him.

“Hi.”

“Hi, Ozzy,” I said. “You might not remember me.” I was afraid to say more that might trigger him. That had been a bad night.

Ozzy swallowed hard, his eyes widening. “I think I do, but I don’t know your name.”

“Colin.”

He nodded.

I turned to see the others in the room. Two were men I didn’t know, and I assumed they were Trent’s private detectives. Also present were Cuddles and Stewart. I raised an eyebrow at them both, greeting them by name.

Stewart just grunted. Cuddles said hello in return.

I frowned, wondering why they were here. I hadn’t spoken of my stalker to either of them.

Carlo stood at the doorway, silently watching us all.

Trent began to speak. “Ozzy. Maddy. I need you to go with Carlo and wait for us. Is that okay?”

Maddy nodded.

Ozzy said, “Yes, Daddy.”

I held Maddy’s hand harder, reluctant to let go. “Where are they going?”

“Carlo’s just taking them to the littles playroom where they can watch some TV and play while they wait. Is that okay?” Trent asked.

I turned to Maddy. “You’re not to leave that room. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Maddy gave me a sweet smile.

“Same for you, Ozzy,” Trent said.

“Yes, Daddy,” Ozzy replied.

“They’ll be fine,” Carlo said. “I’ve got security on the exits.”

“Good.”

That made me a little nervous. The club was closed. Locked down. Why security at the exits now?

Carlo hustled the two boys off, closing the office door behind him.

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