Page 16 of Wylan

Seth

As I pull up in front of Wylan’s apartment, my smile falls and a frown replaces it. The apartments aren’t bad, per se, but this particular neighborhood just outside of Olivia Cove is known for having their homes broken into. Confused, I make a mental note to double check Wylan’s salary. I always make sure my employees are well taken care of. Since the restaurant is high-end and does well, I tend to pay everyone more than what’s typical of the industry.

Once my truck is parked, I head up stairs and easily locate Wylan’s door and knock. The door swings open and Wylan is beaming. My lips twitch. Even though it’s been a little over an hour since we saw each other, we both changed our clothes. He might look sexy in his work attire, but he looks pretty damn good in a fitted sweater and a nice pair of jeans. His strawberry blond hair is styled in such a way that has me instantly turned on and wanting to tug on the strands.

“You’re here!” He laughs as he waves me through the door. “Come inside.”

I chuckle and make my way past him. My mood dips a bit when I walk inside and realize it might be just as cold inside as it is outside. I mean, luckily, we live in Southern California, and the weather here in this particular ocean town might have the occasional chill, but it’s not cold enough to snow.

Biting my lip, I refrain from letting my overprotective side from showing until I have answers. If Wylan is struggling, we will figure out a solution together. I know my boy, and despite wanting a Daddy, he has a lot of pride. He likes to take care of things on his own, hell, he even helps pay for his grandpa’s retirement home.

That’s when it hits me. His grandpa. He’s paying for all of his own expenses as well as his grandpa’s.

Damn, my boy with his kind heart is a keeper.

Now, I just need to prove to him that I’m here to help ease some of that stress off his shoulders. He doesn’t have to figure everything out alone.

Wylan’s eyes sparkle as he bounces on his toes. He might not consider himself a little, but it’s easy to see what he means when he says he has little tendencies.

My boy is fucking adorable.

“You look really good, Daddy.” He tugs on my Christmas sweater, and I laugh.

“So do you, flower.”

With that sexy little display at work earlier, or if this was anyone else, I’d have kissed them hello, made a move, teased them and turned them on to the point of desperation, but with Wylan, I find myself wanting to take my time. It’s Christmas Eve, and I find myself wanting to celebrate with my boy, even if it’s as innocent as cuddling up together and falling asleep to Christmas movies.

I like him. A lot.

And if I’m being honest, my feelings are deeper than just like. I’m falling for my boy.

I like the way he opened up to me, told me about his life, his childhood, and his grandfather. I love the way he leans forward when he tells me something he finds interesting, or the way he hums happily to any Christmas song that comes on the radio when we drive around town.

The more Wylan tells me, the more I can see myself building a life with him.

Wylan yawns, looking so damn adorable and sleepy.

“Why don’t you get into your cute pajamas you told me about and we can cuddle in bed.”

Wylan pouts. “But we totally dressed up for each other.”

“That’s okay, boy. We can dress up for each other tomorrow. I’m going to have a good long talk with your boss. I think that jerk is overworking you.”

Wylan yawns again, showing me just how sleepy he really is. “Will you stay the night, Daddy?”

“Of course, petal. I want to snuggle up with you and keep you warm.”

He’s so tired he didn’t even see the giftbag in my hand. I place it on the dining table and follow him into the bathroom.

Getting ready for bed together, Wylan offers me a new pair of sweats and a spare toothbrush, making me realize he bought them with me in mind.

“Thank you for this.” I press a kiss against his minty lips. “Did you buy these hoping I would stay the night.”

A cute blush dusts his cheeks. “I bought these hoping you’d stay every night with me.”

My chest warms at his admission. “That can totally be arranged, sweetheart.”

Epilogue: Wylan

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