Pretty Boy (Perfect Boys #1) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,50
last year, and my concern ramps up. He played the part of a sweet boy for a short time, but it didn’t take long for his true colors to show, and I can only imagine the things he might’ve said to Sterling if they ran into each other while I was busy giving my welcome speech.
I push open the bathroom door and find the room empty. I even go as far as to check each stall, finding every one of them empty of my boy. My heart beating faster with worry, I hurry out of the bathroom, casting my mind around for where else he might have gone. If he’s not at the table, and not in the restroom, the only other place I can think to look is outside. I’m halfway to the front door when I remember the damn paparazzi. Sterling was clearly uncomfortable around them earlier, if he was upset for some reason, I can’t imagine he’d have wanted to brave them again. I change course and cut a path for the side door instead. This one leads to the alley where the wait staff take their smoke breaks between courses.
I push open the door, and nearly trip over my boy, sitting smack dab in the middle of the concrete steps that are dotted with stubbed out cigarettes, and what appears to be a couple of joints as well. I breathe a sigh of relief at having found him, stepping outside and letting the heavy door swing closed behind me. I drop down onto the steps to sit beside him.
“What are you doing out here?” I ask, and he sniffles, keeping his head down.
“I wanted to leave, but realized I had no place to go. I didn’t even know where the car was, plus I didn’t want to go through all those cameras again right now. So, here I am.” He shrugs.
“What happened, sweetheart?” I reach over and run my fingers carefully through his hair. He leans into my touch. “You didn’t run into Rhett, did you?”
“The beautiful blond?” he guesses, and I curse under my breath.
“Beauty is subjective. He’s ugly as hell on the inside,” I say, and he sniffs again. “What did he say to you? Tell me so I can make it better.”
“It don’t matter what he said. I knew he was just being nasty,” he answers, scooting closer without looking at me. “Meeting someone you used to date was just another thing shoved in my face to remind me how much I don’t belong here with you.”
I growl with frustration. “Look at me,” I demand. Sterling wipes his hands against his face and slowly turns his head, meeting my eyes. “You’re sleeping in my bed and wearing my cock cage. You’re here on my arm, being introduced to everyone I know. What do you need to convince you that you’re mine?” I’m as frustrated with myself as I am with him, maybe more so. It’s my job to make sure he feels secure and cared for, and I’m failing him. When he doesn’t say anything, I lift him up and put him on my lap, cupping his face and wiping away the stray tears with my thumbs. “If your ass was red and sore from a spanking, would that convince you? Do you need to be filled by Daddy’s cock and made to come over and over until you’re finally sure of my feelings for you?”
Sterling’s eyes go wide, his lips parting when I drag my thumb over them. “Yes, Daddy,” he whispers, practically vibrating in my arms.
I put a hand behind his neck and claim his mouth in a hard kiss, dominating his lips and sliding my tongue against his. He whimpers and gasps against my mouth, squirming in my lap until I break the kiss, pressing my forehead against his while I catch my breath.
“Then let’s go home.”
Chapter 15
Barrett
I stand up, sweeping Sterling along with me and setting him on his feet.
“Do you want me to take you to the car so you can wait there while I let Kiernan and Alden know I’m slipping out?”
Guilt rushes through his expression.
“This is silly, we should stay. I’m fine,” he insists, wiping his cheeks one more time and then putting on a smile.
“I made my welcome speech, I shook hands, Gannon can handle anything else in my stead. You’re my priority, always,” I tell him, holding his attention so I’m sure he knows that I mean it.