Page 36 of My Young Alpha Daddy

It feels good to get that liquid inside me.

I’ve pushed myself hard, and even though I’m tired out now I think that I can go back to work and take on whatever challenges are thrown my way.

Even if it means having to confront my grumpy boss, I feel a whole lot more confident now than I did before.

But I still need something else to boost me all the way.

I need my Daddy.

It’s time to message Rafa and tell him everything.

I just hope he still wants to reply to me…

Chapter 12

Rafa

I love being a personal trainer, but sometimes I just need to work out on my own.

I guess one of the benefits of having my own triple-story penthouse is that I have the space for my own fully equipped gym at home.

‘Fuccccccck, push it,’ I say, squeezing out one more rep on the military press. ‘You’ve gotthissssssssss.’

I grunt and manage to get the 100KG barbell into the fully extended position over my head. It’s another personal best for me, and I waste no time in re-racking the heavy weight.

‘Damn, I’m good,’ I say, taking a moment to check myself out in the full-length mirror on the wall.

I’m wearing nothing but a pair of tight black briefs – another benefit of having your own gym, I guess.

The only dress code in the Rafa Soleil private gym is that your shorts need to be seriously short, and t-shirts are very much frowned upon!

With the music pumping and the sun shining through the large windows, I’ve got a real sense of accomplishment after setting a new personal best..

That’s what’s so good about working out – even when not everything in your life is perfect, you know that you’ve always got something to fall back on that makes you feel better about yourself.

Of course, I’d much rather be working out with Aaron.

I didn’t hear from my baby boy all night.

I’m not worried or paranoid about him being with anyone else, I know deep in my heart that this isn’t anything like that at all.

Aaron’s a good boy.

I’ve spent time with boy’s who cheat, and Aaron definitely isn’t like any of them, that much is totally obvious to me.

But that doesn’t mean that I’m not still worried about him.

I know Aaron is going through something at work that’s causing him stress and all I want is for him to work it out. I think I could help him do it, but I don’t want to cross any boundaries.

Aaron’s in his forties, he’s accomplished at what he does.

If the boy wants my help, he’ll ask me.

But now it’s time to hit the shower, wash, and see what the day has in store for me…

Shower – done.

Clothes – on.

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