Page 34 of Fight Me Daddy

"Keeping you company so you don't act like a little brat and leave," he said as he grabbed me and pulled me against his body. "What? You want Daddy's attention all to yourself?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Fuck off."

"Jealousy is a good look on you," he said as he grabbed my cheeks. "But I've only got eyes for you, Gonzalez."

I stared at him in shock. He's drunk and screwing with me. That's it. My heart pounded so fast I couldn't get it to slow down. I tried to pull away from him, but Gabriele dragged me back and pressed his lips against mine.

My eyes widened as he kissed me while my heart skipped a beat. I battled between pushing him away and staying right where I was. In the end, I stood there and my mouth moved against his. His hands slipped from my face to my sides and he held me tightly as his breath feathered across my lips.

And then he moaned.

My cock stiffened, and I shoved him away from me so fast he almost fell down. He stared at me confused, and I panted as I tried to think of something, anything to get my head back on straight. Instead, I stood rooted to the spot, panting as my lips tingled and my cock ached.

"That's it," I snapped. "I'm taking you home."

"You don't know where my house is." He laughed as he stared at me with glassy eyes.

"I'm sure your driver does."

Gabriele grabbed me tightly and buried his face against my neck. "Take me home with you," he slurred. "One more drink and then I'll go. Quietly. Otherwise, I'll cause a scene. You don't want that, do you?"

I groaned. "Again with the threats?" I'd almost softened for the bastard, but he somehow found a way to mess it up.

He pulled back and looked at me closely. "Okay, I take it back," he said as he gripped my shirt like a lost child. "But I want to go home with you."

I stared at him. Say no. Say no. Say no! My mouth refused to form the words as he practically pouted at me. Who knew the man was even capable of making a face like that?

"I'm not fucking you," I warned him. "If that's what you want, go get your waitress."

"I don't care," he mumbled. "We don't have to fuck,” he whispered, his breath brushing against my neck. His lips followed and I felt the faintest kiss. “I don’t want to go home tonight.”

What the hell is his angle? Everything he did was calculated, but not this. When I pulled back, I stared at him underneath the muted lights and frowned.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Gabriele answered as he avoided my gaze a bit.

"Alright," I said as I gave in. I couldn't take that sad look on his face for one more second. "One drink and then we're going."

Gabriele lit up. "Alright, but you have to drink with me."

I sighed. "If I have a drink, will you calm down?"

"I’ll be a fuckin’ angel." He grinned as we moved back to the couch, his eyes on me the whole time. He patted my cheek roughly. "Pour ‘em up, Gonzalez."

"Calix," I said as I grabbed the bottle. Gently, I took his hand off of my cheek so I could focus. "Whenever you call me Gonzalez, it reminds me of my dad."

Gabriele nodded. "Calix, then," he said as he picked up the shot I offered him. "To a good night."

I stared at him for a moment before I clinked my glass against his. "To a good night."

We threw back our shots and my throat burned. I sat our glasses down and thought about it before I grabbed the bottle. Gabriele was right about one thing. My usual routine of going home and sitting alone wouldn’t do anything for me. Dad was gone and I couldn’t stand going back to that quiet, empty house. I wanted to live, just a little.

"I thought we were only having one," Gabriele mused.

"Another one can't hurt," I said with a shrug.

"Good boy," he cheered as he slapped me on the back. His hand lingered on the spot, but I didn’t shrug him away. He smiled. “Let’s have some fun.”

My face heated and I forced myself to focus on pouring the drinks. If I looked at him for too long with alcohol pumping through my system, I would make a stupid decision. One would result in me cumming all over him again.

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