Page 34 of Losing his Daddy

I knew I shouldn’t be thinking of him, yet something about the man captivated me to no end.

The next morningI awoke feel well rested.

I was also horny. Really fucking horny.

Seemed the shower from the day before had awoken my libido. Or maybe it was just the man I’d thought about that had done it.

While I should have welcomed the return of it, I was mostly mortified. I couldn’t have a crush on my boss. Not that this was a crush, really. More like lustful thoughts. But still. This was bad.

Weston Jeffry was giving me a change to start over. He’d be the fresh start I needed. I couldn’t blow it because my cock was doing the thinking for me.

I ignored the throbbing between my legs as I rushed through getting dressed. I had plenty of time to get there. It was more that I needed to cover my body as quickly as possible before I gave into temptation to fantasize about the forbidden man in my life again.

Charlie’s half-awake form was leaning on the counter when I walked out of my bedroom. “Figured you might need a hand.”

I grinned. “It would be nice. Thanks. You could have slept in though.”

“Not really. Knowing you’d be alone trying to haul this all out did not allow me to. What kind of host would I be? Disregard that. What kind of friend am I to leave you without help?” He came to grab one of the bags I held.

“It’s still really early. I wouldn’t have judged you.”

He scoffed loudly. “It’s bad enough you wanted to take a ride share. I mean, I didn’t really like the idea of driving half asleep, but I’d have done it for you.”

The car was waiting outside, so we loaded the trunk right up. “Thanks for everything, Charlie. I appreciate you being a good sport about this.”

“It was nothing. This place,” he pointed a thumb over his shoulder, “it’s meant to be a safe space for people. Anytime someone needs us, we’re here. This time it was you. Next time, it'll be someone else.”

I nodded, my heart in my throat.

“And one more thing, Gerald.” He waited until our gazes aligned before he continued. “I don’t know the whole story, but I can tell enough to know you’ve had a rough go. Whatever the future holds, I hope you know that you’re worth fighting for. This life is tough. You’re tougher. If you ever need someone to just talk to, I’ll be around.”

Overloaded with emotion, I hugged him quickly, then ducked into the car. “Bye, Charlie,” I called out before slamming the door shut.

I was thankful the driver already had the address. It’s not like I could have told him anyway. I was too caught up in the emotional upheaval my morning had become. Tears werepouring from my eyes. No matter how quickly I wiped them away, more kept coming.

By the time we reached my new home, I looked worse than when I’d left Princess Aster’s place. Thankfully, the doorman helped me get my bags inside and loaded onto the elevator. He even gave me a handkerchief.

“You call down and ask for JP if you need anything else, Mr. Gerald. We’ll take good care of you.”

I gave him a watery smile as I wiped my eyes. “Thank you, JP.”

Unloading my bags and getting inside Wes’s place without making too much noise was difficult. It took twice as long, and I worked up a decent sweat. I knew from before that there was a shower in the guest bathroom, aka the one I’d be using, so I went about gathering my shower supplies once I was done moving the bags. I had just enough time to shower and then start breakfast. I would be mostly done by the time Wes woke up.

I got cleaned up as fast as I could. It was one of those showers where you focus on only getting clean. No hair washing. No cock stroking. Definitely no thinking of really hot men who are only feet away sleeping in tiny underwear.

In my haste to get clean, I forgot my clothing in the room. I shuddered at the idea of walking around the house in only a towel, but what was I going to do? I couldn’t put on the dirty clothes from before.

Settled over what I had to do, I opened the door and stepped into the hall. Or rather, I stepped into something.

No. Someone.

Shit.

I wanted to hide. To avoid whatever look Wes gave me after seeing me half naked in the hall when I was supposed to be cooking for him.

“I’m so, so sorry. The bags and the sweat, and I needed to get clean.” I rambled on about clothes in my room and how I needed to get there. Wes didn’t respond at all. He just moved to the side to let me by.

With my clothes held tight to my chest, I rushed to my door. I told myself not to look. Knew it wouldn’t be smart to give another glance his way.

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