Page 34 of My Young Alpha Daddy

I still feel like I’m in love with him – no, IknowI am.

This is the kind of all-encompassing, can’t stop thinking about him kinda love that only happens on the rarest of moments in a person’s life.

And maybe that’s the problem?

Because despite leaving The Fluffy Diaper early and heading home so I could work on the Debussy deal, I just couldn’t keep my mind off Rafa for more than a single New York minute.

His handsome face…

His stern hand…

That big, throbbing, harder-than-hard Daddy dick…

It was a wonder I managed to get a single bit of work done at all. But, after huffing and puffing for what felt like a lifetime, I did manage to makesomeprogress on the next phase of the deal. And hopefully this phase will see Frank Debussy sign on the dotted line.

But it’s a new day today and I’ve got another busy day at work.

Before heading out though, it’s time for me and my wonderful stuffie Torben to tuck into a perfectly Little breakfast.

Super-crunchy-mega-colorful-cereal? Yummy number one.

Fresh OJ with a handful of ice? I’m licking my lips already.

Green wheatgrass shot? Yuck! But I know I have to…

‘Come on, Torben,’ I giggle, holding an empty shot glass up to his cute little doggy mouth. ‘Even pups like you have to take their healthy wheatgrass shot!’

I giggle and make Torben shake his big, floppy ears in disgust.

I don’t blame Torben for not wanting to drink his health shot, it’s totally gross!

But Daddy wouldn’t make me take it if it wasn’t good for me, I know that much to be true.

Urgh. There I am again, thinking about Rafa.

The truth is that I want him here with me.

I want to be with my Daddy!

Okay. I’ll get the workday done with and then I’ll get in touch with Rafa and we’ll get back on track and really just go for it.

But before I can do that, there’s the small case of getting my plump butt to work and nailing this Debussy deal once and for all!

The office is busier than usual for this early in the morning.

Maybe it’s me, but there seems like a sense of tension is in the air. I know that a lot of my colleagues are working on their own investments deals too, so I guess there are other people in a similarly pressurized situation to me.

Speaking of pressure, I open my email and see this…

Aaron – I need to see some progress on the Debussy deal. And by progress, I mean I need to see it done today. I’m not kidding around. You need to get this delivered ASAP.

Urgh. Why does my boss have to speak to me like this?

The worst thing of all is that I don’t even think my boss is any better at his job than I am.

He’s younger than me and went to an Ivy League school – but does that mean he should be higher up the organization? I thinknot.

But I can complain about him all I want, it’s not going to make a damn bit of difference. The fact is that he is my boss and if he’s telling me I need to seal this deal, then that’s what I’m going to have to do.

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