Dear Daddy, Please Love Me - Gianni Holmes Page 0,2
but usually, you should want more from a relationship.”
“Like what? We’re compatible. I put out as often as they want. They buy me pretty things.”
“But don’t you want love?”
I snorted. “I’ve never had that. You can’t miss something you’ve never had, right?”
I hated the look of pity on his face.
“Maybe the next guy you allow into your life can show you what you’re missing. If you’re willing to open your heart and give him a chance.”
“I open my mouth and other parts of my body. Why can’t that be enough?”
He shrugged. “If you want a shallow existence, then go for it. Pick the next rich man who takes one look at you and wants to own you. But how long will it last again?”
I didn’t like this advice at all. I came here for us to sit and insult the bastard. Instead, we were picking apart my flaws. I hated being the one under the microscope.
“Now what?” I asked. “Do I go back to that dating app Cuffd to find a new guy?”
“Maybe give it some time first?”
“No, no. That would never do. You know I’m not good alone.”
“And maybe that’s a part of the problem,” he muttered loud enough for me to hear.
I pulled my phone from my pocket. It was the newest model, and the case was covered in flashy rhinestones. If Robert could so easily replace me, I could do the same to him.
“Why don’t you go do this in your room and give me some privacy?” Maddy asked.
I simply waved a hand at him and opened the app. The logo appeared on my screen as it loaded. “Just pretend I’m not here. It doesn’t bother me if you jerk off in the same room.”
“But it’ll bother me.” His words came out through gritted teeth. Without another word to me, he marched to his connecting bathroom.
I hadn’t used Cuffd in a while, but I’d met a few men there for hookups. The dating app was specifically designed for LGBTQ+ individuals and catered to a range of kinks and fetishes.
The first thing I did was to check that my profile was up to date. My profile pic was so last year, but I couldn’t decide on a new picture.
Unable to make up my mind, I hopped off the bed and headed for Maddy’s bathroom.
“Maddy, I need help.”
“Don’t you dare come in!” he cried.
I glanced up from the phone to the closed bathroom door. “Oh god, don’t tell me you’re jerking off again. You sure you don’t want me to help?”
The door yanked open, and he poked his head out, glaring at me.
“We’re both bottoms, Opie. You can’t help me.”
“I can work a mean dildo in your ass. You won’t even know the difference.”
He raised his eyes and mouthed something that seemed suspiciously like a plea for help from the universe.
“What’s it this time?”
“I just need help finding a profile pic for Cuffd.”
“The one you had was fine.”
“No, I don’t look as good as I do now.”
“Well, show me which ones you want to use, and I’ll pick.”
I beamed a smile at him and quickly scanned through my phone. “This. This. Or maybe this?”
“Too slutty. I’m not even sure they’d allow you to post that. And how the hell did you get your body to bend like that in this last one?”
“Want to see me do it?”
He shook his head frantically. “No, please spare me. Anything else you like?”
I scrolled through the photos again and gasped, then skipped back two paces.
“This one?” Maddy’s frown was a surefire sign he didn’t like it. “Oh, please, Maddy, please say I can.”
A look of alarm crossed Maddy’s face. “Shit, you need to find a Daddy ASAP. I’ll be damned if you make me some kind of surrogate Daddy, Opie. Use the damn pic if you want. Now good-bye.”
He disappeared back inside the bathroom and closed the door.
“And yeah, you definitely look hot in that last pic,” he called out.
I grinned. Poor Maddy must be tired of living with me sometimes. I entered my bedroom, dropped my phone on the pretty slate gray Bella Notte linens, and stripped out of my clothes. I folded them neatly and lay them on the chair next to my bed.
When I was naked, I pushed the russet-colored curtains apart, and light spilled abundantly into my room. It gave me the feeling of being outside naked, the warm sun bathing my skin in a healthy glow.
Content after that debacle with Robert earlier, I took off my rings and