Page 8 of Wrestling with Daddy

There was no way the forty-year-old man wouldn’t freak.

That was if Nathan didn’t freak out first, if he allowed himself to question why he was thinking of someone he’d only seen a couple pictures of as fucking Daddy.

Nathan

what do you do for a living?

It was a tamer question, but he needed the distraction.

Daddy

Senior architect at a renowned firm

18 questions left

Nathan

are you timing the questions because you think I’m not?

Daddy

I thought you said yes or no questions were boring

Nathan

my bad

since you haven’t answered, though…what do you like about being an architect?

Daddy

Is that the best a journalist like you can come up with?

I like the challenge of designing something aesthetic and functional

Lately my job is mostly overseeing projects and signing documents, though

Nathan

maybe it’s time for a new firm, then

and no, it’s not the best I can come up with, but I figured I’d play my cards close to my chest

now we both have 17 questions left

Daddy

I shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am

Nathan

ditto

With a feeling that they’d hit a pause in their conversation, Nathan locked the screen, squeezing his phone against his chest.

There was something seriously wrong with him, getting stupid butterflies in his stomach from this short of an exchange.

Then again, it could just be lust, the fact that he hadn’t been with anyone since the fiasco of Valentine’s Day. That one had fucked him up; even acknowledging that night made him cringe.