Page 4 of Santa’s Little Faker
It was going to be really funny if he really was some kind of secret agent.
Enzo was going to end up with gray hair over the whole thing, but Terrence seemed to be having fun and was doing a good job at defending Enzo from the family. It’d made me realize that I was going to have to defend Bastian from the chaos when he finally agreed to be my Daddy.
Terrence was one big learning experience the universe knew I needed to see before I was ready to get my own Daddy.
Especially since I hadn’t realized that was what I needed…or that it was what Bastian had been hiding…but between the internet and Terrence, I was ready for anything.
Including my drag-his-feet Daddy.
And thanks to my Secret Santa Daddy, I was going to get everything I wanted for Christmas.
Chapter 2
Bastian
What.
The.
Fuck.
Someone was stalking him and he was too fucking innocent to see it.
How the hell had his family let it happen?
Where had the asshole seen him?
An online dating site?
What the fuck had he been doing lately?
I went away for work for a week and he got himself a stalker?
Wait.
An online dating site?
Digging out my phone as I headed back inside from where I was originally just taking out the trash, I then pulled up the stupid app I’d been talked into downloading. It didn’t take long to find him once I’d narrowed the search function down by age and location.
Fucking hell.
It was flirty and naughty and entirely too honest with what he seemed to be looking for. It was no wonder someone was giving the brat all the attention he wanted.
Secret Santa Daddy my fucking ass.
He’d gotten himself a stalker who just bought good presents.
A Build-a-Bear?
Expensive chocolate?
Toys?
Orlando was looking for a Daddy?
Did he even know what that was?
He’d always seemed to be on the innocent side of things and not the type of innocent that was just doing it for attention. I’d run into those a lot, and he wasn’t good enough at lying to have been fooling me with thewhat does this joke meankind of confusion.
