Page 42 of My Five Daddies

“By making me want to make fat beats andshit.”

I stare at him for a second before slowly standing up. “Excuse me for a second, okay,Dustin?”

He nods. “Word.”

I walk away quickly, back through the booth, back through the hall, and downstairs. Once I’m back in that hidden room, I walk up to an empty box, and I start kickingit.

“You. Stupid. Little. Prick.” I want to smash shit, break everything in thisroom.

But I stop and take a deep breath. I can feel tears in my eyes, frustration welling up. I’m overreacting, I know, but it’s not really just because of this interview. Every moment with Dustin is more taxing than the next. I’m like his babysitter, always tasked with keeping him happy, and he’s the most obnoxious person I’ve ever met. I feel like his fucking mother orsomething.

“Youokay?”

Startled, I quickly turn around. Jordan’s standing in the doorway, smiling a littlesheepishly.

“I’m fine,” I say, sighing. “Just got a littlefrustrated.”

“I know.” He glances at the dented box on the ground. “Took it out on that poor thing,huh.”

I sigh. “I know it’s notprofessional.”

“No,” he says, “but that kid is such a littlecock.”

I laugh a little. “He really is. I mean, just the absoluteworst.”

Jordan walks over to me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me against him in a big hug. I didn’t realize I needed this, but it feels sogood.

“You’re doing great,” he says. “Seriously. I would have punched that little prick in the mouth bynow.”

“Fortunately, you’re not the one babysittinghim.”

“Fortunately,” heagrees.

He holds me for a little bit as I slowly calm down. It feels surprisingly normal, natural. I know we’re supposed to be coworkers or whatever, but we’re clearly more than that. He keeps it professional when we’re around other people, but alone… I feel like I can bemyself.

I look up at him and we lock eyes for a moment. He’s so handsome, with his deep, dark eyes and full black hair. His lips are soft and full and I can’t help but stand up on my toes to kisshim.

He kisses me back softly. For a moment, it’s just the two of us. But slowly, he breaks off thekiss.

“Come on,” he says finally. “Let’s go back up there before the kid decides he wants to be arapper.”

I groan. “Is that apossibility?”

“Anything’s possible,” he says,grinning.

I follow him back out and up toward the recording space. I don’t want to do it, but I know I haveto.

More importantly though, Jordan calmed me down. All he had to do was hug me at the right moment, kiss me softly, and I felt better. When I see Dustin and go back into the interview, I can approach it more calmly, keep myself distant, staypositive.

I didn’t know he’d have that effect on me. I know I like him of course, I want more of him, but I didn’t know he could make me feel good like this. Every day that I’m around these men, I’m learning more and more about thisrelationship.

And I’m dreading the day where something goes wrong. I can’t imagine I can just have all five of these guys at once without any issues. Someone’s going to get angry, or jealous, or I’ll get angry and jealous and somehow ruin this perfect thing. I’m so afraid of it happening that I can’t stop imagining it, almost willing it intobeing.

For now though, I have to just try and enjoy what I have. Jordan’s here and he’s not going anywhere. Even tough I’m stuck in this hell interviewing Dustin, at least Jordan’s here for me, keeping mesane.

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Hunter

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