Page 9 of Their Perfect Daddy

I have to apologize. A glance in the mirror tells me the apology will have to come after a shower and brushing my teeth. I might also need to eat something greasy too since I have a feeling my stomach is a few minutes away from rebelling.

Why do I always fall into the habit of getting drunk with the other guys? Why can’t I enjoy a nice night with only a couple of beers instead? Maybe then I wouldn’t be in this situation where I’m having to prepare an apology to a man I want to date.

Speaking of dating, I need to figure out how to get in touch with him. I could ask Micah for his information. My brother might be in a good enough mood to give it to me. But then again, he could think it’s weird and tell me to shove off.

I know the two of them work together and are friends. How close are they? Will Micah be all protective and shit?

Also, will he know about last night? I wince as the thought comes.

If I ruined things with both of them, I’ll never forgive myself. Maybe I should lay off the drinking from now on. A sober journey could be good for me.

After I get cleaned up and feed myself, I take in the aftermath of the party. The guys didn’t leave too big of a mess, thankfully. There is still some basic work to be done. As much as I could hire out the job, I don’t really enjoy relying on other people to fix what I messed up.

People expect me to have a host of employees at my beck and call for this type of stuff. I’d much rather take care of it myself since no one should be subjected to hammered NFL players or their life choices. Even the idea of bringing people in like I’d suggested to Danny feels wrong.

It takes a few hours to get things back in order. Once I’m done, I decide a jog is necessary to purge the last of the liquor from my system.

Five miles, a gallon of sweat, and some deep thinking later, I have a plan. I’ll prove to Danny and Micah I’m a good guy. I can express to him that I was merely shocked by what I saw instead of freaked out. If he takes it well, then maybe I can even share that it was arousing.

Not in front of my brother.Ew, no.I don’t need him knowing what gets me going.

I decide it’s best to learn more about Danny before I go about apologizing. I want to prove to him I’m invested enough to actually do more than say the words.

Logging onto my socials, I pull up my brother first. His profile is mostly company related. Since he’s in the business of appearances and parties, the focus is on highlighting what he has to offer customers. Not a lot of it is personal.

As I scroll, I check for a single glimpse of Danny in the background. I see tiny morsels of him. A shoulder here or a hand there. It’s the worst kind of edging that’s not even really edgingat all. Teasing would be a better word. My cock is hard as stone and aching for relief.

I refuse to whack it to my brother’s social media profile. That’s taking things a step (or ten) too far.

After an hour of scrolling, I find an old post where he’s tagged Danny. The two stand side-by-side, with big smiles on their faces. It’s an adorable photo. I immediately save it to my phone, then I make a copy and crop it, so my brother isn’t in it.

While the image is older, Danny looks practically the same. His adorable features call to me, begging me to fix what went wrong the night before.

I shake my head, not wanting to sink into those dark thoughts again. Not when I have a plan to formulate.

Going to Danny’s profile is akin to opening a gold mine of information. He has everything public, and there’s also a link to connect to all the other platforms. Each post gives me more hints about him, from his favorite color to the type of food he prefers.

I pause my search to go grab a notebook. This is too much information to attempt to memorize. I don’t want to skip over anything. Even the small details matter.

Once I have the perfect place to store everything, I start over from the beginning. I catalogue the data, studying to earn my degree in all things Danny.

To have only met him once, I have to admit this is even more than I usually do. I’ve never been this focused on another person.

Maybe the connection we have is one of those instant types. Not love, necessarily. More so the attraction and ease between us is higher than normal.

At least that’s what I’m going to tell myself.

It’s enough to justify my feelings about my current level of stalking.

By the time evening rolls around, I have more than enough to execute a plan. First, I need to make sure Micah isn’t too busy with work stuff. I check his website to see how his bookings look for the week.

I wince when I see he doesn’t even have time for a consultation until next week. If he’s that busy, then Danny will be too. If I’ve learned anything from my searching today, it’s that they both take their work very seriously. The detail in each post they share is enough to confirm as much.

If I take my time, then I’ll have even more in order for when I do convince him to give me another chance. Patience is going to be key here.

Also, I might need to bribe him a bit. What better way to convince him I’m ok with his choice of underwear than to get him more of them?

The major hiccup with this idea is the lack of information I have. Sure, I can see surface level stuff with all the stalking I’ve done. But what I can’t know is the style he prefers, and more importantly, what size he wears.

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