Page 54 of Island Daddy

Steve Mount: Well, apparently she’s not gonna go quietly. Have you heard of a tabloid publication called Sploosh? Your P.R. Officer and personal publicist are all over this perpetually unfolding story.

Oh and here’s the link if you have a minute to check out the nasty article.

Well fuck me with a splintery wooden spoon. I figured that equine bitch was only playing a poker face. Never did I actually imagine she’d go running straight to the rags about my relationship with Kragen. Now the messages from Veronica I’m about to open will likely cover the same goddamn thing Steve sent.

Reid, this is BAD, BAD, BAD. There’s a publication I’ve never heard of ‘The Patriot’s Examiner,’ and they’ve just published an article attacking Kragen, a former employee, about your relationship. And it’s giving Sploosh a run for their money.

I’m reaching out to their Editor in Chief, and trying with all my might to get this retracted. They’re a print publication, however, so this has already reached whoever subscribes to their physical delivery.

This isn’t boding well for me. I might as well just pack it in.Is moving my Banana Boy to the middle of some Eastern European mountainside an option?The thought of running away from these press issues to become a shut-in as I thought last week, is more appealing than ever. All I want to do is make sure Kragen’s privacy is valued. I’m cognizant of the fact that when we officially go public, the paparazzi will be all over him as‘Hawaii Pretty Boy’s new toy.’But it’s a plan which must unfold with precision.

As I thumb back over to my messages, there’s one last conversation in bold straight from the horse’s mouth.Literally.

Francine Showalter: Just thought you should know how much pleasure I took in contacting your favorite publication.

Oh and by the way… Chelsea, the writer, couldn’t have been any more enthusiastic about dragging the Fairchild name through the mud.

I’ll leave my seat with grace as a true lady would. But I’m glad Bozeman Oil Co. will soon have zero association with Fairchild Resorts Group. You suck worse than your father. Or perhaps, I’ll never know because you’ve never been with a woman.

Much to her chagrin, I won’t let Francine think for one minute that she has the last word.After all, a Fairchild never settles.My fingers are quick to shoot an incredibly snide reply. This time, the GIF of Honey Boo Boo waving with a sarcastic—‘Bye.’

I offer a quick glance over towards my boy, leaned back into the arm on his side of the sofa. He bops to the cadence of his music with closed eyes. Showing him these articles could do way more harm than good. However, I’m not keen on keeping any more secrets from Kragen. No time is wasted retrieving the first link from Sploosh, which Steve Mount first sent my way.

REID FAIRCHILD EDGES BOARDMEMBER FROM THEIR SEAT, BUT ISN’T THE ONLY PERSON HE’S BEEN EDGING

Apparently, that four hoofed twat ran to Sploosh, exposing my relationship with Kragen. Not only about our dynamic itself. But specifically mentions his brief encounter with Treat Cole, and the cocaine I prevented him from snorting in the nick of time.How in the haole hell did she know about that?

There’s no way I’ll share this with Kragen. His mothers will come unglued when they see this. Come to think of it, the article’s timestamp is still fresh from four hours ago. So if Tuti or Candace have logged into social media since then, they’ve already shat their pants by now. One more link to visit remains, the article which triggered Veronica’s radar from Kragen’s former employer.

REID FAIRCHILD BRINGS A BRAND NEW MEANING TO THE TERM ‘HOSPITALITY’

This article is a colossal pile of horseshit as well. I can’t believe his boss would stoop so low as to publish an exposé about him.Has he no dignity as a member of the free press?Their blanket of lies doesn’t match up to the tune of their usual content.

By their standards, this is incredibly seedy. For Christ’s sake, they may as well get in bed with each tabloid from here to Haiti.Step aside Sploosh and Spill the Rosé, The Patriot’s Examiner is coming for your sanctified places in journalism.If I have to read one more sentence degrading the age gap between my Banana Boy and I, it’ll be way too soon.

My very next reply is with zero hesitation, to Veronica.

Shut all this shit down, V. I’ve had it up to here with these so called “news outlets” reducing my boy to size. Yes, it’s true. I fucking love Kragen William Darling. But we can’t ruin his reputation before it even has a chance to get started. Fuck a duck, man. He doesn’t deserve that.

Screw my own public image. Honestly at this point, I’m so accustomed to the whole charade. And after giving it some thought, fucking him raw on my yacht didn’t pose as much of a threat to either of our privacy. The docks are secured by a locked gate, in addition to the fact that hardly nobody ever goes down there after dark.

These recent commentaries, however, implicate our relationship significantly. I’m not embarrassed of outing the dynamic. Caveat, I am one-hundred percent firm on its grand reveal being done with much consideration.

I gesture my fingers in Kragen’s direction, garnering his attention. “Come here, little boy,” I grunt mildly.

My boy obliges, sliding his slender yet toned physique this direction. He removes an Air Pod while planting his head in my lap, similar to how he first did last Saturday when we left The Palace. A deep sigh leaves both nostrils, as I brush the kid’s hair ever so softly. That fucking birthmark makes my cock jitter with excitement. I’ve spent far less time in Michigan than I have in a place such as Indiana. Though his brown gift entices me to plan a trip there just for shits and giggles.

Kragen’s deep, hazel-azure oceans swallow every morsel of doubt I have about showing him those webpages. A twinkle on the cusp of his left pupil feels like a message from the Tiki Gods that I must be completely transparent.No more secrets for either of us. EVER!

The crackle in my throat requires another sip from my gin and juice. “Kragen, my boy,” I begin, sliding a palm down his abdomen. “I don’t want any secrets between us,” I add. “So I’m gonna show you two new articles which basically reveal more of our relationship to the entire goddamn world.”

“Daddy,” he says. “Carrie already reminded me that I was close to trying cocaine, and you stopped me,” he replies, appearing embarrassed for having spaced that part of Sunday night after his fall. “And she brought up our argument—and—” he stammers, catching his breath. “And that I snooped around your computer files, even though I forgot about that part entirely.”

I grimace underneath the contorted stress lines on my forehead. “It’s absolutely okay,” I reply. “But your boss published an article about me, rather than the company itself.”

Kragen’s eyes instantly widen. “Oh fuck,” he replies. “What did it say?” He asks, moaning slightly at the sensation of my palm squeezing his throbbing dick.

“Well—” my words are cut short by his interruption.

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