Page 35 of Fight Me Daddy

Calix

"I've gotta take a piss,"Gabriele muttered as we stumbled out of the club.

"Then do it," I said as we rounded the building. "But hurry up." I almost slipped and burst out laughing. "Shit, I'm gonna kill myself."

Gabriele barked out a laugh. "Stop! I'm not trying to piss all over these pants. They're expensive."

"Idiot," I said as I shook my head. "Fuck your fancy pants and go already!"

I stared up at the sky while Gabriele fumbled with his zipper. The world was a bit spinny, but I felt good. How long has it been since I had a drink with someone?

Too long. I should do this more often.

"Ah, fuck," Gabriele swore, grabbing my attention. "I hate this goddamned zipper," he muttered before he started speaking rapid Italian. “You motherfucker,” he growled.

I waved a hand. "Move, I'll get it." I reached down and fumbled with his stuck zipper. "Are you sure I'm not your Daddy?" I asked with a grin.

Gabriele shoved a hand beside my head and pinned me against the wall. "I'll show you exactly who Daddy is, Tesoro."

I swallowed thickly before I shoved him away. "Do you want me to help you get this down or not?"

"Only if you turn around against that wall and let me fuck you afterward."

I groaned. "What did I say? Didn't I say I'm not fucking you?"

"You say that, but your eyes say you want Daddy's big, thick c-" I unzipped him quickly and he jumped. "Shit, you could have injured it!"

“You would deserve it.” I laughed.

"Ugh, I'm way too drunk," he mumbled as he fumbled with his pants. "Hey, help me out."

I raised a brow. "How the hell am I supposed to help you out?"

"Grab my dick and aim," he said with a smirk.

"Fuck no!"

Gabriele clicked his tongue and wagged a finger at me. "Is that any way to talk to your boss? Get on with it, boy. Grab it and aim."

I groaned. "Gabriele..."

"What? Are you afraid that if you touch it you might want it?"

God, I hate him. He was the worst, but he looked cute with his stupid squinted eyes and the dusting of pink on his cheeks from the alcohol. I'd never seen him anyway but completely put together, but this side of him was so much more interesting.

"Fine," I said as I rolled my eyes. "But you owe me."

"Nope," he answered. "I think you still owe me."

"Aggravating asshole," I muttered as I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock. "Go already before we get caught and end up sitting in jail for the night."

Gabriele chuckled as he leaned his face toward me. "What? You think there's a cop in this city who would even try that shit? You're so naive."

I groaned. "Please don't talk about bribing the cops to me. I want to believe there's not just scum in Atlanta."

He barked out a laugh. "Naive and optimistic. How cute, Tesoro," he said in that intoxicating accent of his. A moan left his lips and I heard the splash of his piss hit the ground. "Fuck, that feels so damn good right now."

My face felt like it was about to burst into flames. "Can you enjoy this less?"

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