Page 35 of My Young Alpha Daddy

I need to forget about those rumored redundancies that are coming up and try to focus only on this deal. But with my boss breathing down my neck like this, that’s easier said than done.

Right now, I’d pay to be anywhere but work.

To think, in another timeline I could be in my diaper and romper and sucking down some perfectly creamy milk at The Fluffy Diaper.

Or,swoon– I could be all cuddled up in my Daddy’s arms and suckling from him.

And yet here I am, at the office, reading passive aggressive emails from pretty much the biggest jerkoff boss I could ever hope tonothave.

I think I need to take a walk to the break room for some candy and time away from the hustle and bustle.

But before that, I want to message Nick and Toby and see if they have any wise words to help me through this totallymehmorning.

Aaron: Guys! I need some support. My boss is being a super-jerk and work sucks. Send me some rainbows and candy please?

Nick: I’m sending a million-million candies and a heap of rainbows too . And I hope your stinky boss falls down a hole that takes him all the way to Australia. Good?

Aaron: That’s goooood!

Toby: Okay, how about this… I’m sending you a rainbow made out of candy, and it shoots candies that are made out of rainbows? And these candies all splat and explode all over your poo-butt boss?

Aaron: Yay! That’s even better. Thank you both so much. But… I think I might need something, or someone, else to get involved here too

Toby: We know! Quit being a shy boy and reach out to Rafa. It’s so obvious he’s your true Forever Daddy. He’ll know what to do, I’m sure of it!

I put the phone down on my desk and lean back in my chair.

I think that my two bestest friends know me better than pretty much anyone in the whole world.

And if they’re saying that I need to reach out to Rafa, then that’s almost certainly what I need to do.

The truth? I knew that already.

Honestly, I’ve known all along that it was silly to step back from my relationship with Rafa. I guess with the pressure of work and also those silly thoughts of the breakup with my last Daddy, my mind just got all scrambled like my Grand Poppa’s morning eggs.

I need to get out of here and do some serious walking and thinking.

I know the plan was to hit the breakroom, but I’ve got a better idea – and it’s one I think my Daddy would approve of to…

‘Phew! It’s hotter out than I thought,’ I say, breathless as I round another corner and run down a long pathway in the park near my office. ‘I’m sweating more than a Little in a bathtub full of naked, rock-hard Daddies…’

I’m going to keep running though.

Rafa always says that exercise is a good way to clear the mind.

I’m not saying I’ve found any answers to the Debussy situation yet, but I definitely feel better for getting my butt out of the office and into the great outdoors.

I may still be slap bang in the middle of one of the world’s busiest cities, but with the sun in the sky and an open park ahead of me, I feel like I could be anywhere.

It’s a good job I brought my workout clothes with me to work too.

The idea of running in this heat with my shirt and suit pants doesn’t bear thinking about. But it’s a whole other ballgame in my cute red shorts and crisp white t-shirt.

I may be beginning to get into fitness, but I’m still one hundred percent Little – and the cute baby bear on the front of my t-shirt proves it!

‘I’ve got to stop….,’ I say, panting heavily and feeling like if I don’t stop running I might just pass out. ‘Water. Must get water.’

I pause and take a sip from my water bottle.

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