Page 8 of Who's Your Daddy

Chapter 3

Terrence

“I think my contractors are fucking with me…or maybe cockblocking me. Can that word work with toys too? Orgasm blocking me? I don’t think that sounds like a real thing, though. But that’s what they’re doing.” I was confused but that was because it’d been two days since my last afternoon orgasm. “Maybe?”

I needed to clear my head and it was starting to get stuffy…like my computer when I hadn’t cleared out the cache and junk shit in too long.

Leander raised one eyebrow and sighed. “What did you do?”

“Nothing.” He didn’t believe me at all, so I shrugged. “Not much.”

“And?” His stubbornness engaged as he studied me.

“Nothing might actually be the problem.” Maybe. “I don’t think that’s reasonable but it might be?”

Sighing, Leander waved his hand at me before he picked up his drink again. “Just confess and make it easy.”

He was so dramatic.

“Well, I got another present from my Secret Santa Daddy and he left a note that asked me if I’d been a good boy. That’sdebatable, so I said of course I’d been good, and I said it loud enough that they could all hear.” Just in case. “The giggler laughed and one of the others snickered. Oh, and my grumpy guy sighed.”

His sigh was hard to forget because he did it so often.

“Well, lying to any Santa is a bad idea.” Leander laughed when I huffed. “You can pretend to be good all you want, but I’m not sleeping with you, so I don’t have to believe it.”

He needed to get laid more.

“You’re not being helpful.” It was a fairly low threshold, so he should be able to clear it. “I’m not going to share my struggles if you’re going to be mean.”

“Your struggles are about all the sexy men in your house.” Somehow he seemed offended by that. “I’m not going to give you sympathy for dragging out the attention and presents thing so long they’re getting creative with torturing you.”

I should always get sympathy even if I’d done it to myself…anyone who said otherwise was some kind of sadist.

I was starting to see why finding a Dom hadn’t worked out for Leander lately.

But telling him that would be rude, so I tried to stay on track and be polite. “I understand that’s your view on the situation, so thank you.”

Being polite wasn’t as hard as everyone made it out to be.

“But I do need help figuring out how to have my afternoon orgasm without being interrupted.” That shouldn’t be hard either.

“What are they doing?” Leander’s disbelief was obvious, but he had a good starting point. “And just the facts, not your drama.”

I wasnotthe dramatic one.

“Well, the other day it started with scheduling some specialists to come in and do something with the electrical system? The bored one tried to explain it to me but he mostly used words I’d never heard before and then grumbled more about my great-grandfather being a fucker who should’ve known better than to do any home improvement projects.”

I was starting to think I’d been lucky the whole house hadn’t just erupted in flames while I’d slept…and all the groans from the insurance inspector were making much more sense.

“So that caused a bit of a delay but it’s not bad.” At least that was what they’d said. “The grumpy one said I had to put on clothes and sent me back to my office so I didn’t scare the new subcontractor.”

The other one had been entirely too worried about his ass virginity and not enough about my house.

Leander groaned and rubbed his face. “Anyone who thinks cookies are going to attack him or that you look dangerous shouldn’t be working on your house.”

I appreciated him agreeing with me, but he just couldn’t resist being dramatic. “The shit you make me say. God.”

God did not help in our discussions, so either Leander needed to pray harder or go to church more.

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