Page 1 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Matty

Chapter one

Matty – Chicago

I was so excited to go to Chicago with Drake and the band. It wasn’t Miami, but I’d live with it. Baby steps. He needed to see that the best place for me was with him. I wasn’t walking away. Devious? Nah…just confident. I knew what I wanted, and his name was Daddy Drake.

The plane trip was sardine-worthy, but after disembarking, we were met by a driver holding a sign that had the band’s name on it. And oh wow, he took us out to a waiting limo.

How did I get here? Me? Ordinary Vegas brat, trying to make it in the big, cruel world. And now I felt like a star just by being beside Drake and his band. But it wasn’t like it would be my name up in lights. That was a dream I’d left behind long ago, along with my family. One blown knee and everything changed. The best I could hope for now was a bunch of half-drunk men hooting and clapping when I spun around on a pole. Classically trained in ballet didn’t mean shit in the real world. Well, fuck them. I had a daddy and if I could help it, he’d be taking me with him on his new journey to stardom.

Once Daddy settled me in with my seatbelt secured, I looked around. It wasn’t all that different than the Vegas airport. Hmph. What was I expecting anyway? “So…where’re we going again?”

“Some hotel.” Finn bounced around in his seat.

Daddy was quick to correct him. “Hilton Garden Inn.”

“Whatever. I’m so excited.” I loved Finn’s energy.

“Me too. I’m glad Mr. Jenkee let me come.” I wondered how hard Drake had to push him to make that happen, but it didn’t matter. I was with them—part of the entourage.

And forty-five minutes later, we were in front of the hotel. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.” Daddy grabbed my bag along with his and led me to the elevators.

He mashed the buttons and then looked at me. “You look good today, Matty.”

“Thanks.” I wore loose-fitting jeans and a T-shirt, nothing stylish, but I did have a light green jacket on that highlighted what little green I had in my brown eyes. “So do you, Daddy.” Good didn’t fit him; he was downright scrumptious. And distracting. I was already sliding into my little headspace just standing next to him in the elevator. He stoked absolutely every longing I had inside me simply by being him.

He leaned closer, put his arm around me, and kissed the top of my head. “You’re so sweet. I’m glad you’re here with me.”

“Mmm…then can we have sexy time?”

Drake scowled. “Unfortunately, no.”

“What? Why? I miss you.” He’d been so busy lately that we hardly had any time together, and I was really hoping for some quality time.

“Me too, but it will have to wait. I have a meeting. I’m here for business, remember?”

“I guess.” My bottom lip stuck out of its own accord. I hated pouting. I’d rather be happy and smiling, and my daddy hadcome a long way, and I needed to be supportive. “Mr. Jinkee is very important.”

“He is. But I promise there will be time for sex soon.”

“If you say so.”

When the doors opened, Drake walked me down the wide hall and opened one of the doors with his key card. “I’m sorry I can’t stay.”

“The meeting is now?”

“Yes. But make yourself comfortable, and I’ll be back in a little while.”

I wanted to complain, but I was here and this was his dream. If it had been my dream, I would want him to have my back. I jumped up and gave him a quick kiss. “Okay, Daddy. I’ll stay here and be good.”

“That’s my baby-boy.” And he left.

I slung my duffel up on the king-sized bed that dominated the room. The wall behind it was a soft cinnamon color, while the rest were a complementary beige. There was room for a chair by the window, but barely enough room to walk between the bed and the TV stand. The bathroom area was by the door. Maybe I should take a shower?

Or at least change. I draped my jacket over the chair and dropped my jeans on the floor, kicking them to the side. That left me standing there in my T-shirt and shorts. I would have continued stripping down, because naked was most comfortable, but I heard some kind of commotion outside.

I poked my head out and two guys were racing down the hallway on what looked like oversized Big Wheels. Fun. “Hey.” I called out to get their attention. “What’re you guys doing?”

“We have Big Wheels. We’re racing.” The one with shaggy blond hair shrugged. He looked like a rock star. Sort of. Hard to tell when he sounded more like me.