Page 32 of My Young Alpha Daddy

‘Ha! We’ll see,’ Kyle replies. ‘We’ll see about that.’

The Icepop Club has always been more Kyle’s thing than mine.

Loud music, expensive cocktails, and boys who are ready to party with a capital P being very much the vibe.

And it’s no different today either…

‘Remember, I’m not staying out all night,’ I say, taking a shot of ice-cold vodka from Kyle. ‘Damn. That’s good though.’

‘I could drink this off a Russian boy’s body all night,’ Kyle says, already in the party mood as he scans the room. ‘Give me a minute and I’ll find an older Little in here to have some fun with.’

‘Speak for yourself, I’m taken,’ I reply. ‘I’ve only got eyes for one boy.’

‘Iwasspeaking for myself!’ Kyle bellows. ‘But that doesn’t mean I don’t need a wingman…’

‘Nah, count meout,’ I say, my voice firm. ‘I love you, man. But you’re going to need to fly solo. Aaron might want some time to cool off, but I’m not about to start flirting and drinking with some random bunch of boys at The Icepop Club.’

‘Fuck. Okay, okay… I get it,’ Kyle says. ‘Well in that case, let’s prop the bar up and hang out together.’

‘Sound great,’ I say, toasting my glass and getting ready for another shot of premium vodka.

We spend the next couple of hours talking about all the usual topics.

Sports – and who the new cute athletes on the scene are.

New cars – and which ones we’d most like to get down and dirty in.

Movies – and which hot and up and coming movie star is rumored to be a Daddy Dom.

Seeing a pattern? Every conversation somehow makes its way back to sex. Or sex adjacent at the very least.

It’s fun, but before too long I can see that Kyle really wants to go and flirt. I don’t blame him, if I was single I’d probably feel the same too.

But I’m not single.

I’ve got a boy who just happens to be taking some time to himself.

And the truth is that if I can’t be out on the town with Aaron, I’d probably rather go home and relax in the comfort of the penthouse.

Kyle understands – and to be honest he’s happy to see the back of me!

‘Get that Daddy Dom ass out of here,’ Kyle laughs. ‘One less Daddy in here makes my odds of striking it lucky with a tender boy even better…’

‘Hell yeah,’ I reply, my jacket on and my mind already back at home. ‘Have a great night. And we’ll catch up later, okay?’

But Kyle is already striding over toward a group of three younger Littles, each one in the kind of tight hotpants that leave little to the imagination. And here was me thinking that Kyle was after an older Little tonight…

Okay, okay, I’ll admit it…

I arrived back home and instead of heading straight to the shower and then bed, I put the TV on.

Call me a sucker for old school action movies but I love nothing more than crashing on the couch and watching a late-night screening of Rambo, Die Hard, or as it was tonight… Terminator 2.

I’ll be back?

Yeah,maybe– if I hadn’t fallen asleep less than fifteen minutes in!

Anyway… as I open my eyes and realize that a couple of hours have passed, my first instinct is to check my phone to see if I’ve heard anything from Aaron.

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