Page 13 of Who's Your Daddy

His tone said he thought whatever his friend had said was stupid. “They didn’t walk away and I haven’t used that glittery plug in months after everything coming out sparkled for days.”

For fuck’s sake.

“I know. I haven’t bought any more from them. But it was cheap.” Terrence’s huff echoed through the house. “Fine. Yes, it was a bad idea. No more discount toys. But that’s not the problem now. I’m not shitting glitter. It’s just gone.”

The quiet in the kitchen was starting to be suspicious, so I gestured for them to keep going. I got a lot of pouts, but they went back to work.

Just very quietly.

“Okay, that’s possible.” His friend must’ve been lecturing him for a while because Terrence was incredibly quiet before we got more of his side of the drama. “Do you think I should somehowwork it in a conversation that we don’t experiment with glittery things?”

He thought one of us was going to use it?

Every head in the kitchen cocked and I was too scared to ask what they were thinking. The answers would’ve scarred me.

“You’re right. There’s no subtle way to work it in.” Terrence seemed more frustrated about that than he did the disappearing sex toys. “You think? But they bought me donuts yesterday.”

Hmm.

What did his mysterious friend think?

We hadn’t seen him in person, but judging from the conversations we’d overheard, he was snarky but tolerated Terrence’s personality quirks fairly well.

“I guess that’s an idea.” His tone was slightly suspicious, though, so he hadn’t liked whatever his friend had said. “I don’t like that game, though.”

More silence filled the house and then there was a slightly muffled crash.

He really needed to get that bed fixed.

“That’s a lot to put on me.” His disgruntled tone had us all curious. “But I’m getting presents. And attention. And cards. I got chocolate this morning. Why would I want to figure out who my Secret Santa is?”

Ah.

The dickheads around me were barely breathing they were working so hard at holding in their laughter.

“Well, yes. I guess so.” The low sounds I managed to catch might’ve been grumbling but it could’ve been him cursing. “Yes. Ugh. I hate it when you make sense. Yes. Getting fucked by my Santa would be much better than doing it myself. And Christmas. Yes.”

So there were benefits to being a real person?

That was good to know.

“But what—” Terrence went silent as his friend seemed to cut him off. “Fine. Fuck with Santa and he’ll make sure I don’t get fucked.”

Oh.

Interesting takeaway.

I was going to remember that going forward…even if I hadn’t done it in his current predicament.

Chapter 5

Terrence

Santa knew how to creatively punish me…I definitely preferred being rewarded and bribed better, so we were going to have to work on that going forward.

“Grumpy Guy seems like the type to hold a grudge over being fucked with.” Leander had a point but that didn’t mean I had to like it.

“But—”

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