Page 45 of A Daddy for Maddy

“What is it, baby?”

“I keep thinking I have to go to work tomorrow.”

“No. You don’t.”

“What?”

“You have a week off to heal.”

“But with part-time there are no sick days at Coffee Haus. I’ll lose my pay. I can’t afford rent if I lose my pay!”

“Trent and I took care of it. You’ll still get paid, I assure you.”

A deeper line appeared between his eyebrows. “How did you take care of it? Money? I would feel weird about that.”

“Baby, you were a victim twice now in Trent’s establishment. There is such a thing as liability.”

“But we sign waivers.”

“Yes. But Trent knows everything that happened to you wasn’t your fault. Don’t worry so much. He’s a very fair man. He’ll pursue outlets to get that money back if he needs to. He has a herd of lawyers. But for now, you are not responsible for your hospital bills, follow ups, or losing pay from your job. Your paycheck will be on time and with a little bonus for your trouble, okay?”

His eyes widened. “Like tips?”

“Yes. Like that.” I couldn’t help but grin at the purity of his response. I had the impression this little one never had an evil thought in his life.

“We get a lot of tips at the Coffee Haus, but we share them. Will this one be shared?”

“No. It’s just for you.”

He scrunched up his face. Finally, he spoke. “Okay.”

“Good. Because Daddy knows best, right?”

He brightened. “Right.” I happened to know his tip was around 10k. But I wasn’t going to tell him that.

I helped him sit up and get comfortable. “I’m going to bring you some dinner in bed, now.”

“I can walk, Daddy.”

“I know, but this is more fun, isn’t it?” I turned on the TV for him, then handed him the remote.

He looked at it, a little dazed. “Wow.”

“What?”

“A whole week off from work. I’ve never had a real vacation before.”

“And you’ll be staying right here with me.” I paused. “Only if you want to.”

He smiled up at me. “Really? Hooray! I want to! I gotta text Dan.”

“That’s fine.” I handed him his phone and patted him on the shoulder. It turned into a stroke down his arm. My skin tingled. My cock woke.

I had him for a whole week. And he wanted to be here.

Maybe the club was more magical than a curse. Magic was just magic, right? It could mean all different things. It could be good and bad at the same time. That’s what the club was. Good and bad at the same time depending on how you approached it. Like Trent didn’t really make a profit off the club, but he used it as a tax shelter. Good and bad. Plus, it created jobs for a very large staff, and provided a fantastic place for queer men of all walks of life to come express their varying niche predispositions. Good, good and good.

I ordered pizza for dinner from one of the best places in town. I got appetizers of buttery garlic rolls, and cinnamon buns for dessert. It was too much food. Which was fine by me because I enjoyed leftovers.

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