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11
ARLO
Best.Sleep. Ever.
My cheeks are bright and happy as I exit Constantine's guest room and step into the dining room the following morning. My eyes peer through the window, and I blow out a breath as I stare at the harbor.
Chelsea is…gorgeous. This is my first time getting a good look at it, because I neglected to do it yesterday. It's the most amazing view I've ever seen in my life.
"Geez." I hold Mr. Green, who I washed in the bathtub yesterday afternoon, and run my hand over my t-shirt that saysAliens Are Real, Deal With It.
Constantine sent his driver Leonardo to pick up my clothes from Harlem and bring them to Chelsea.
I picked out the ones I wanted to keep yesterday afternoon and donated the rest to the Rainbow Youth shelter. It's where Gianluca volunteers on Saturdays.
I'm also wearing the pajamas that Constantine's maid set out for me this morning, and they feel like flowers on my body.
I had the best night ever last night. Like, the mostincrediblefucking eveningof my existence. I know many people who sleep in multimillion-dollar penthouses probably feel that way, but I can't help admitting it.
When Constantine left, I took Mr. Green out of the bathtub and put him in the dryer. I obeyed Constantine's commands and scrubbed every inch of the tub, putting my back into it, treating it with care.
Even though my home wasn't a mansion growing up, I knew better than to wreck the tub with a harsh scrubby that would strip the protective coating.
I worked hard. By the time I finished, the tub was sparkling clean.
I was as happy as a clam when I pulled up my animated movie on Webflix. By this time, Constantine's maid had arrived, and I introduced myself to her. Her name is Natalija. She's the sweetest lady on the planet. She immigrated here ten years ago from Serbia and she's worked with Constantine's family ever since.
Natalija poured me a bowl of Skittles and made fresh popcorn for me. I thanked her profusely and I ate my treats on the couch. I poured apple juice into my sippy cup that Leonardo brought over and embraced my Little side. It was freaking outstanding watching my animated movie and eating snacks like a king.
"But that's not all." I shake my head in amusement as I plant a kiss on Mr. Green's forehead. "Don't forget what happened after Constantine came home."
When Constantine returned from lunch, he complimented my work and told me the bathtub never looked so sparkling clean. He turned to me and said words I'll never forget.
"You're a good boy. Many boys don't listen to their Daddies, but you did. You deserve to eat with your baby utensils for your hard work."
Warm fuzzies blossomed in my chest, and I burrowed into Constantine like a baby koala as he plated dinner. Constantine took me back to the couch, draped the blanket around us, and pressed me close to him as he fed me the lasagna he brought back from Barbieri's bite-by-bite. We watched movie after movie, and Natalija joined us when she finished her tasks. We laughed at the silly penguin that danced too much on the TV screen and had a great time.
After we finished our third movie, Natalija headed to the guestroom to call her daughter. Her daughter is in Serbia, and Natalija's trying to save up enough money to bring her to the United States. She and her daughter had a wonderful conversation about Natalija's family, her mother, her aunties, and how they're doing.
Constantine turned to me when she was gone. "I have a question to ask you."
I nodded. "Yes, Daddy. Ask me anything."
Constantine trailed his thumb down my cheek. "Tell me what you decided about our fake relationship. I'll wait."
Ha. The way Constantine said this made me think he was worried I wouldn't agree to be his fake boyfriend. He had nothing to be concerned about.
I turned to Constantine and sunk my nose into his shoulder. "I want to be your fake boyfriend, Daddy. We can spend more time together and I can convince your family that you're not brokenhearted over your ex."
Constantine's heart thumped beneath my ear. "You're so special. You don't know how fucking happy you make me."
It was amazing. Awe-inspiring. Then Constantine did something I didn't see coming. He tilted up my chin.
"Have you ever tried suckling?"
A thrill shot through me that lit up every inch of my skin. "No. But I've read about it. Boys like suckling their Daddy's nipples. It makes them feel safe."
Constantine lifted his shirt and exposed his right nipple to me. "Open your mouth. Take Daddy's nipple between your lips."
