Page 3 of Deep Daddy

Before Sammy could do any more scribbling down of his new risotto recipe, he felt his eyes close again. The recipe book would have to wait, it was time to snuggle down on the old couch with Zozo and get a much-needed nap.

Because Sammy’s day wasn’t done yet, there was still the small matter of meeting his fellow Little friends at the Little Club later on that night…

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Despite his hectic schedule and the fact that his nap turned into a two hour snoozefest, Sammy was happy to have made it to the club. With its flashing lights, jumping party tunes, and totally happy and welcoming atmosphere it was always a great place to hang out.

Sammy was at the club with several of his friends. Sammy, Stevie and Regan were all still out on the dancefloor, each one of them having the time of their lives as they boogied the night away as their hunky Daddies watched on and talked amongst themselves.

The Cuddle Corner was maybe the one place where Daddies and Littles could come together and express themselves totally naturally. Not everyone appreciated the way that Daddies and Littles chose to live, and some people could even be judgmental and horrible. But there was none of that kind of attitude in the Little Club. It was a truly safe space where everyone could just be themselves.

But as much as Sammy loved being at the club, he couldn’t escape the fact that something wasn’t quite right. It didn’t make any sense to him though, he should have been having a great time…

I’m with my friends.

The party is popping off!

But… I don’t feel so good…

Sammy waved over to his Little friends and pointed toward the outdoor chill-out garden. It was time to take himself out of the noise and upbeat energy for a moment and clear his head.

Sammy didn’t want to admit it, but in that moment he really would rather have just stayed at home and carried on sleeping. But after working so relentlessly for the previous two weeks, Sammy had wanted to make the most of his night off and socialize.

There just didn’t seem to be enough time to fit everything in the Sammy liked to do. It wasn’t just nights out partying, but other things as well. In fact, in the last three weeks alone Sammy had missed out on several playdates, paint parties, and even a big picnic in the park. As a Little, these were what Sammy loved to do, but because of his schedule it just hadn’t been possible.

Sammy loved to have fun, and right now it certainly didn’t feel like he was having anywhere near enough of it.

As he sat down on the bench and looked up to the night sky above, Sammy actually felt like crying. He was exhausted. He felt totally burned out. He was…

Who the hot desert is that?

OMG, that’s one smoking hot Daddy.

And he’s walking over here for some reason…

Sammy didn’t know where to look. He felt sure that the Daddy was walking over in his direction, and he was so big and gruff looking that it was making Sammy feel all tingly down in his special place.

With greying silver fox hair that was cut immaculately into a smart style, this was no ordinary Daddy that Sammy might expect to see out partying. The man’s large, clearly muscular body was perfectly housed inside a finely tailored suit and Sammy also couldn’t help but notice the man’s perfectly polished shiny black shoes.

This man was a gentleman of some style. And much to Sammy’s surprise, he was headed straight in his direction.

But what does he want with a silly social media chef like me?

Chapter 2

HARRISON

Harrison considered his literary agent to be a good friend. In fact, Harrison looked upon his agent as one of his oldest, most loyal friends in the world. But that didn’t mean that he enjoyed business dinners with him. Far from it, in fact…

‘Chris, I’ve told you, the book will be done when it’s God damn done,’ Harrison said, clenching his jaw in frustration. ‘And no number of five-star meals or complimentary opera tickets is going to speed that process up!’

Harrison shook his head in a half-serious, half-playful irritation.

‘It’s been so long though, Harrison. Years in fact!’ Chris King said, his tone equally as exasperated as Harrison’s had been. ‘You know I have your back all the way, but I’m not going to stop riding you until you turn in a new manuscript. Just think of your poor readers. They want that new Harrison Hawk novel and they want it ten years ago!’

The pair of them laughed. This was how it always played out when Harrison came into the city to have dinner with Chris. Both of them were naturally dominant, alpha male types.

Chris was one of the top literary agents in the business and his reputation was enough that a recommendation from Chris was like a gift from the Gods as far as a writer was concerned. In fact, Harrison had been Chris’s first big success as an author…