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Without another word, Daddy Kaleb’s fist connected with the biker’s jaw, sending him stumbling back. The bar erupted into chaos as the biker lunged at Daddy Kaleb, but he was ready. They exchanged blows, the sound of fists hitting flesh echoing through the bar. Daddy Kaleb’s determination and anger fueled his strength, and he quickly gained the upper hand.
The security camera caught the entire altercation, and within moments, the bouncer intervened, grabbing the biker and dragging him towards the door. “You’re outta here,” the bouncer growled, throwing the biker out into the snow.
Jasha rushed to Daddy Kaleb’s side, his heart pounding. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Daddy Kaleb nodded; his knuckles bruised but his spirit unbroken. “I’m fine,” he assured Jasha, pulling him into a reassuring embrace. “I just couldn’t stand seeing him bother you.”
Jasha looked towards the door where the biker had been thrown out, a mix of relief and anger in his eyes. “I’m glad he’s gone,” he whispered, leaning into Daddy Kaleb. “Thank you.”
Daddy Kaleb kissed the top of Jasha’s head, holding him close. “Always,” he whispered. “I’ll always protect you.” He took the Irish coffees from the bar and carried them to their booth.
After they finished their Irish coffee, the server brought them free drinks until they left for home.
Chapter Twenty-One
Kaleb
Kaleb and Jasha both woke up with killer headaches. He sent a message to Mr. Wells to bring them headache medication and water. They stayed in bed until Mr. Wells knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Kaleb called out from the comfort of the bed they shared.
“Are you going to let him in with us in bed?” Jasha asked concern written all over his face.
As Kaleb opened his mouth to answer, the door creaked open, interrupting their conversation. Jasha covered himself up to his chin, not wanting Mr. Wells to see any part of him naked. As Jasha looked up, his face instantly turned a vibrant shade of red.
Mr. Wells entered carrying a silver tray with glasses of water and two headache pills for each of them. He carried the tray over, and Kaleb handed Jasha a glass and two pills on a napkin. He swallowed them in two gulps, then set the glass back on the tray. Kaleb did the same.
“Thank you, Mr. Wells,” Kaleb said.
“Thanks, Mr. Wells.”
As soon as Mr. Wells left the room, Kaleb turned to Jasha. “You’re just too cute.”
“I was so embarrassed that he saw us in bed together.”
“Mr. Wells is more than just my personal assistant; he is family, someone I can always count on. He’s seen me in all stages of dress since I was a kid.”
“I’ve just never had another person see me in bed with a man. This was not okay, Daddy Kaleb.”
“I’m sorry, Jasha. I didn’t know you’d be so shy, but that’s okay. It won’t happen again.”
“If he has to come in, I’ll run to the bathroom, if you don’t mind.”
Kaleb’s smile widened as he took him in his arms, savoring the warmth of their embrace before leaning in for a tender kiss. As Jasha touched him, he felt a tingling sensation stirring his entire being. Their sexual connection was undeniable, a powerful force which throbbed between them.
“We’re going to go shopping today for the new clothes I promised you.”
“That sounds fun if my headache goes away.” Jasha pouted the way he did when he wanted attention or sympathy.
“All that hard partying last night. We both had too much. You know it’s pretty bad when I have to call Adam, but he said he expected it.”
“I like Adam. He’s really nice.”
“Yes, he is.”
“Frankie and I want to go shopping alone tomorrow, if you don’t mind.”
“Sure. I need to give you money before you go.” Kaleb wasn’t worried Jasha would run away. He truly believed he was happy to stay with him. Where would he go? Maybe he had friends who would take him. He wouldn’t let himself go crazy about it though.
