Page 33 of My Young Alpha Daddy

‘Damn it,’ I grumble, no contact from my baby boy since he left The Fluffy Diaper.

Feeling dehydrated from downing those vodkas and beers earlier, I get up and walk into my kitchen.

‘Fuccccck, lights down,’ I say, the bright kitchen lights causing my sleepy eyes more pain than is necessary. ‘Thank you, Alexa…’

I open the refrigerator and take out a big glass bottle of Voss water.

It’s expensive but holy hell it’s the absolute most essential requirement after a few hours drinking in the kind of eardrum splitting environment like the Icepop Club.

I glug down half the bottle and then wander back toward the couch and pick up my phone.

‘Don’t do it,’ I say, the temptation being to fire Aaron a late-night message. ‘Don’t booty call the boy. I might want to beinsidehis space, but he wants to keep a space between us right now.’

Maybe I’m desperate for human contact.

Being alone isn’t something I love, especially when I think back to the long, lonely nights spent on the professional tennis circuit. I had to keep a super-tight regimen, and that often meant being back in my hotel suite and locked off from all socialization by 9PM each night.

I miss some aspects of my tennis career, I can’t deny that.

But I don’t miss those lonely nights.

Maybe I’ll give Kyle a message, see what’s up with him…

Rafa: My guy… you up?

Kyle: You could say that

Rafa: Say no more. Try not to rock his world too hard

Kyle: I’ll make no promises! Gotta go, a wet, naked boy just walked in from the shower and his dripping ass looks like it needs some serious attention…

Rafa: Peace out, brother. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do .

I put my phone down and let out a long sigh. I’m happy that Kyle is having his own late-night fuck-fest, but that doesn’t change how lonely I am.

I guess I’ll hear all the juicy details in the morning, but right now I think the only option left for me is to hit the hay and try to get some sleep.

And here’s the thing…

I might not have heard back from Aaron tonight, but we’ve got a training session booked in for tomorrow and I know how seriously he’s taking his fitness training.

Even if I don’t hear from my baby boy in the morning, by the time the scheduled workout comes around, we’ll have plenty of time to talk and see exactly what the situation is.

Aaron might not know what to do about us, or the Debussy deal – but I’m Rafa Soleil, and I’m the perfect Daddy for Aaron.

We’ll work it out together.

I just know we will.

Now, how about one more bottle of Voss before bed?

The last thing I want is to wake up with a hangover worse than the one that Kyle will no doubt have.

Chapter 11

Aaron

I feel bad for not messaging Rafa.

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