Page 15 of Who's Your Daddy

“Can you guys work up a quote for some soundproofing? I know that might have to wait a while, but I just realized that’ll be important if I ever get guests staying over.”

“Yes.”

I really should’ve had to ask that louder to get a response from the grumpy one.

“Okay, yes. They can hear entirely too much.” But it made me wonder if they were quieter than they should’ve been or if I’d just learned to tune them out. “They’ll fix that, though. They’re very good at their job.”

I didn’t even have to raise my voice to get a round ofthank yousfrom downstairs.

Leander was still being dramatic and had settled on groaning, so I decided not to worry about his opinion at the moment.

Being polite to my Secret Santa seemed more important. “You’re welcome.”

Now what?

Remembering to drop my voice this time, I whispered to Leander and hoped he could hear me over his groans. “What do you think about just asking flat out about my Santa Daddy thing? It’s not conventional but I want my toys back and you had a good point about the wholesex with a real personthing.”

That had him finally taking a deep breath.

He liked being right more than he liked being dramatic.

“I think it will only work if you ask it right. You don’t want to accidentally hurt his feelings.” Leander made another good point and it was my turn to groan.

He liked that too.

“Yep, you make him feel bad and he’s not going to be a fit Santa to fuck.” He sighed. “Not for a while at least. But on the upside, people don’t stay mad at you long. Look at me.”

He was on a roll.

“Yeah, you’re right about that too.” I was a pain in the ass, but I was aloveablepain in the ass. “I don’t want to hurt any of their feelings, and not just because they need to finish my kitchen.”

We were so close.

“We won’t get pissy and leave you hanging.” Someone was feeling very confident and had very good hearing.

Once everyone else finished chiming in, I explained the situation to Leander. “They agreed not to get upset with me and take it out on my kitchen if I upset someone.”

“God.” Leander went back to making dramatic sounds, so I decided to ignore him for the time being and climbed off my slightly wonky bed. “You have the weirdest life.”

That was never my fault.

“I can’t be held responsible for other people doing stupid things.” Or weird things. Or illegal things. “I work and live my life.”

I just kept running into strange roadblocks as I did it.

“Okay, let’s go figure out who’s going to fuck me.” That didn’t seem to help Leander’s drama situation, but it got laughter from downstairs.

It was nice to hear that they approved of the plan at the very least.

“And buy me toys.” I might’ve said that louder than I needed to, but I wanted to make sure the Daddy side of my Secret Santa Daddy understood the plan too. “Grown-up ones and little ones.”

The younger one giggled again, but as I came down the stairs, his head peeked out from around the wall and he grinned even wider. “He will. He likes buying stuff.”

Hmm.

“I’m going to take that to mean you’re not my Secret Santa?” I was glad when he shook his head.

“Nope. Not it.” He didn’t seem worried or upset about that either, which I thought was a good thing.

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