Page 46 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
Which had the potential to embarrass me when Tristan showed up with lunch around one.
“Hey, man!” He held up a recognizable white paper bag as he shoved past me and into my living room. Prickles came running and curled around his sneakers, nearly tripping him, so Tris handed me the bag and crouched down to pet my weird-ass cat. “Thought you could use a lunch buddy.”
I snorted as I closed the door behind him. “Well, just come in then.”
He threw his head back and stood, laughing on his way to the open kitchen. I trailed behind him, grabbing plates as he sat down at my kitchen table. “I know you struggle to feed yourself, so I thought I’d be the best friend ever and bring you lunch.”
I snickered as I dug into the bag and plated the paper-wrapped sandwiches. And . . . score! A box of chicken nuggets.
“Ha!” He pointed at me. “I knew you’d be hungry! When was the last time you ate?”
I frowned as I sat across from him, considering it. I’d eaten breakfast, right? “Uh, I may have had a banana for breakfast. No, wait—that was yesterday.”
His mouth fell open. “You seriously haven’t eaten sinceyesterday morning?!”
“No!” I unwrapped my chicken sandwich, took a large bite, stifled a moan at how good it tasted, then chewed and swallowed before continuing. “I ate lunch, uh, yesterday.”
“Cameron Locke! You definitely need a Daddy to make sure you’re eating.”
I waved him off as I chewed another large bite. I usually didn’t eat so quickly, but this was fucking tasty, and I’d only just now realized I hadn’t eaten in the last twenty-four hours. “I’m fine.” Then I grinned at him. “Besides, I have a Daddy.”
Tris choked on the fry he’d just shoved into his mouth then yelled at me. “Camerson Lockhart! What the hell?! When the fuck did this happen?!”
“Lockhart? Seriously?” I rolled my eyes. He was so dramatic.
I secretly loved it.
“So . . .” I took a breath—where to start? “So this guy who’s been emailing me, you know, S.M.C.?”
He nodded as he sucked soda through his straw. “Yes, I remember! Wait—he? So he told you his gender? What does he have to do with this? Did he help you find a Daddy?”
I blushed, though I didn’t know why. “No. He emailed me again last night, after I got back from that yoga class. After I saw Sam again.” Yeah, my blush deepened. “He asked us to move to a messaging app. The Daddy’s Boy app, to be exact.”
“Ethan’s app?!”
I nodded. Ethan had started the Daddy’s Boy app several years ago after seeing a gap in the online dating world for gay kink-lovers such as our group members. We’d actually helped him come up with ideas and test out the app before he launched it. He even gave us each a small stake in the company as a thank you—and it was doing really well so far. I didn’t hate having that investment on my books.
“So what happened? Wait—isheyour Daddy?!” He was squealing at this point, and I chuckled.
“Calm down, Tris! Yes, he is a Daddy. Or, rather, he said hethoughthe was a Daddy and wanted to try it out.”
“Oh my god, Camster! This is straight out of one of your books!”
I was full-on laughing now. “I know, right? So basically he agreed to try out being a Daddy with me virtually. I—” I cut off when his eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
“Virtually? How does that work?”
I scoffed. “This coming from the man who makes all his money getting people offonline?”
He snickered and grabbed another fry, dipping it in ketchup. “Okay, can’t argue with that. But isn’t being a Daddy a more intimate relationship than just getting off?”
I shrugged slightly and stared down at the last few bites of my sandwich, trying to will the blush off my cheeks.
But he saw right through me. He gasped. “Did you guys already have sex?”
I cleared my throat, picking up the last of my sandwich. I held it in front of my mouth and murmured “Define sex” before shoving the rest of it in.
The bastard actually shouted “Woohoo!” and started clapping as he bounced in his seat. “My boy Cammy got some!”
