11. Aaron

Chapter 11

Aaron

I feel bad for not messaging Rafa.

I still feel like I’m in love with him – no, I know I am.

This is the kind of all-encompassing, can’t stop thinking about him kinda love that only happens on the rarest of moments in a person’s life.

And maybe that’s the problem?

Because despite leaving The Fluffy Diaper early and heading home so I could work on the Debussy deal, I just couldn’t keep my mind off Rafa for more than a single New York minute.

His handsome face…

His stern hand…

That big, throbbing, harder-than-hard Daddy dick…

It was a wonder I managed to get a single bit of work done at all. But, after huffing and puffing for what felt like a lifetime, I did manage to make some progress on the next phase of the deal. And hopefully this phase will see Frank Debussy sign on the dotted line.

But it’s a new day today and I’ve got another busy day at work.

Before heading out though, it’s time for me and my wonderful stuffie Torben to tuck into a perfectly Little breakfast.

Super-crunchy-mega-colorful-cereal? Yummy number one.

Fresh OJ with a handful of ice? I’m licking my lips already.

Green wheatgrass shot? Yuck! But I know I have to…

‘Come on, Torben,’ I giggle, holding an empty shot glass up to his cute little doggy mouth. ‘Even pups like you have to take their healthy wheatgrass shot!’

I giggle and make Torben shake his big, floppy ears in disgust.

I don’t blame Torben for not wanting to drink his health shot, it’s totally gross!

But Daddy wouldn’t make me take it if it wasn’t good for me, I know that much to be true.

Urgh . There I am again, thinking about Rafa.

The truth is that I want him here with me.

I want to be with my Daddy!

Okay. I’ll get the workday done with and then I’ll get in touch with Rafa and we’ll get back on track and really just go for it.

But before I can do that, there’s the small case of getting my plump butt to work and nailing this Debussy deal once and for all!

The office is busier than usual for this early in the morning.

Maybe it’s me, but there seems like a sense of tension is in the air. I know that a lot of my colleagues are working on their own investments deals too, so I guess there are other people in a similarly pressurized situation to me.

Speaking of pressure, I open my email and see this…

Aaron – I need to see some progress on the Debussy deal. And by progress, I mean I need to see it done today. I’m not kidding around. You need to get this delivered ASAP.

Urgh . Why does my boss have to speak to me like this?

The worst thing of all is that I don’t even think my boss is any better at his job than I am.

He’s younger than me and went to an Ivy League school – but does that mean he should be higher up the organization? I think not .

But I can complain about him all I want, it’s not going to make a damn bit of difference. The fact is that he is my boss and if he’s telling me I need to seal this deal, then that’s what I’m going to have to do.

I need to forget about those rumored redundancies that are coming up and try to focus only on this deal. But with my boss breathing down my neck like this, that’s easier said than done.

Right now, I’d pay to be anywhere but work.

To think, in another timeline I could be in my diaper and romper and sucking down some perfectly creamy milk at The Fluffy Diaper.

Or, swoon – I could be all cuddled up in my Daddy’s arms and suckling from him.

And yet here I am, at the office, reading passive aggressive emails from pretty much the biggest jerkoff boss I could ever hope to not have.

I think I need to take a walk to the break room for some candy and time away from the hustle and bustle.

But before that, I want to message Nick and Toby and see if they have any wise words to help me through this totally meh morning.

Aaron: Guys! I need some support. My boss is being a super-jerk and work sucks. Send me some rainbows and candy please?

Nick: I’m sending a million-million candies and a heap of rainbows too . And I hope your stinky boss falls down a hole that takes him all the way to Australia. Good?

Aaron: That’s goooood!

Toby: Okay, how about this… I’m sending you a rainbow made out of candy, and it shoots candies that are made out of rainbows? And these candies all splat and explode all over your poo-butt boss?

Aaron: Yay! That’s even better. Thank you both so much. But… I think I might need something, or someone, else to get involved here too

Toby: We know! Quit being a shy boy and reach out to Rafa. It’s so obvious he’s your true Forever Daddy. He’ll know what to do, I’m sure of it!

I put the phone down on my desk and lean back in my chair.

I think that my two bestest friends know me better than pretty much anyone in the whole world.

And if they’re saying that I need to reach out to Rafa, then that’s almost certainly what I need to do.

The truth? I knew that already.

Honestly, I’ve known all along that it was silly to step back from my relationship with Rafa. I guess with the pressure of work and also those silly thoughts of the breakup with my last Daddy, my mind just got all scrambled like my Grand Poppa’s morning eggs.

I need to get out of here and do some serious walking and thinking.

I know the plan was to hit the breakroom, but I’ve got a better idea – and it’s one I think my Daddy would approve of to…

‘ Phew ! It’s hotter out than I thought,’ I say, breathless as I round another corner and run down a long pathway in the park near my office. ‘I’m sweating more than a Little in a bathtub full of naked, rock-hard Daddies…’

I’m going to keep running though.

Rafa always says that exercise is a good way to clear the mind.

I’m not saying I’ve found any answers to the Debussy situation yet, but I definitely feel better for getting my butt out of the office and into the great outdoors.

I may still be slap bang in the middle of one of the world’s busiest cities, but with the sun in the sky and an open park ahead of me, I feel like I could be anywhere.

It’s a good job I brought my workout clothes with me to work too.

The idea of running in this heat with my shirt and suit pants doesn’t bear thinking about. But it’s a whole other ballgame in my cute red shorts and crisp white t-shirt.

I may be beginning to get into fitness, but I’m still one hundred percent Little – and the cute baby bear on the front of my t-shirt proves it!

‘I’ve got to stop….,’ I say, panting heavily and feeling like if I don’t stop running I might just pass out. ‘Water. Must get water.’

I pause and take a sip from my water bottle.

It feels good to get that liquid inside me.

I’ve pushed myself hard, and even though I’m tired out now I think that I can go back to work and take on whatever challenges are thrown my way.

Even if it means having to confront my grumpy boss, I feel a whole lot more confident now than I did before.

But I still need something else to boost me all the way.

I need my Daddy.

It’s time to message Rafa and tell him everything.

I just hope he still wants to reply to me…