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Not that it would be too hard to find.

Ken wasn’t planning on doing it, though. Instead, he scrolled down to read the about section, the one that would hopefully have more than two capital letters and a couple of numbers he presumed to be his birth year.

26. I get invested in things, and I don’t always know how to let go. Stubborn, I think. Some say I’m a brat. I say they don’t know how to beat me into submission. Not sure I’m looking for anyone right now. Happy to talk video games and philosophical shit, though

A frown etched in his face, Ken reread the section, then went through the pictures again.

It didn’t add up.

Granted, there were only a few selfies, but those weren’t the selfies of a brat who wasn’t looking for anything at the moment. The boy in the pictures looked… lost, for lack of a better word, his eyes begging for something as they penetrated the camera lens.

Then again, it wouldn’t be the first time Ken saw things that weren’t there, or the first time that he got burned by someone who identified as a brat and prided himself on it.

That lasting scorch was what made up his mind. He’d give Lee the boy’s contact info if it came to it as a favor to his friend, but that would be it. There was no point in trying to pursue anything with a boy who was so clearly not what Ken needed.

Even if those eyes would hunt him for a while.

CHAPTER2

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How the fuckdid he reply to Daddy Ken’s last message?

Nathan was supposed to be good with words—that was what his exes told him, at least—but he couldn’t come up with a single thing as he saw the admittedly short exchange stall.

It was his fault. He should’ve just said hewaswriting the article, but he was trying to play by the rules, dammit—rules that his editor had set about sneaking into the resort for the charity and getting the scoop from the inside.

Nathan could’ve just not mentioned anything about the charity—he wouldn’t be worrying about flying there for a couple of months anyway—but… He didn’t always think things through.

And he might be a little too anxious about the whole charade.

He should’ve never let his boss hear him talk about the pup gear he’d bought for Christmas or the stupid membership fee he’d paid to be a part of the local kink community.

He definitely shouldn’t have led him to believe that he was incredibly experienced as a pet player, posing as the best candidate to get all the gossip from the event.

His article wouldn’t even be the first thing written about the international event, but his boss was really sold on the angle. Nathan admitted a look from the inside was an easy way to get clicks, but he wasn’t clueless enough to think there would be anything revealing or scandalous.

But he didn’t know what to expect, which was why he’d felt hope surge when he’d read Daddy Ken’s profile. He’d been searching for someone who guaranteed a quick fuck that evening, but the Daddy sounded much more interesting.

He wasn’t hard on the eyes, either, all salt and pepper and fine hairs spread across his chest, brown eyes staring into the camera as if there was something they weren’t telling.

Nathan would admit, though, the eyes were secondary and not the first thing he zoomed in on.

He cursed.

If he hadn’t been panicking about the pet play event, he would’ve sent a normal message, and they’d still be talking.

Resolute, he thought he’d just give it another try before he tried to find someone else to hold his interest.

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and if I wanted to hook up with you? what do I need to do?

The response came about an hour later. Nathan couldn’t help but wonder what the Daddy had been doing.

Working out, maybe? His pictures didn’t show chiseled abs, but they looked like someone who took care of his physique regardless.

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