I closed my eyes and my cheeks heated up in embarrassment for the stupid slip-up. I am a big boy, not a baby boy. What will the stranger think of me for calling him daddy? What if he's not a daddy dom? What would he think of me? I don't want to see his repulsed expression. Also, did I hear him right? Did he call me perfect?
I wanted to clear out the confusion, but my stomach deemed it fitting to let its presence be known. I swallowed and slowly stood up, an embarrassed heat on my cheeks. "U-um, I'm sorry for bumping into you. I'll go ahead."
With my bottom still throbbing from that hard stumble, I willed my trembling knees to step away from the magnetic aura of the stranger in front of me. However, before I could even take a step, he spoke.
"Can I interest you for a breakfast?"
I glanced at the man and with a deep frown and stared at him dumbfoundedly. "Huh?"
The man cleared his throat and chuckled softly while scratching his brow. I didn't expect him to look so... nervous. Did I do that? Did I make him nervous?
"Yes," I heard him answer my thoughts, and when I realized that I was thinking out loud, I averted my eyes from him, chewing my lips, as my cheeks heated up again. "I'm sorry for inviting you out of the blue. Where are my manners?" His sexy chuckle drew my attention back to the man.
His green eyes were bright, and there were unnamed emotions that subtly filled them. "My name is Stefan Alexandrei. Can I hope to know yours, beautiful?"
My hand went on top of my pounding chest. Beautiful? Me? My eyes transferred from his handsome face to his outreached hand. With my free hand, I reached for Stefan's and his large hands easily enveloped mine. The sparks that traveled to my nerve endings made me yelp, but willed myself to answer.
"My name is Oliver. Oliver Pines. It's nice to meet you," I said softly and withdrew my hand. A twinkle of amusement flashed in Stefan's green orbs, his lips tugging for a small smirk.
"Oliver. I like it. Oliver," he repeated, rolling it over his tongue as if my name fascinates him.
Oddly enough, I don't feel any sense of danger around him. Instead, I want to jump into him and cling like a koala, but that would be so embarrassing, and I don't want him to think that I'm a creep and a weirdo.
"So...what do you think?"
"A-about what?" I nervously swallowed and blinked my eyes several times. My arms were embraced around my body as if to shield me from danger. Stefan is bad for my heart. I have never felt my heart race wildly like this unless I'm hyperventilating. I am not hyperventilating, just to be clear.
"Breakfast. Would you want to have one with me? If you're uncomfortable here, pick any place you like." Stefan smiled at me, and his determined eyes left no room for any protest. "Please. Treat it as my apology for bumping into you."
Stefan looked at me with a silent plea etched on his face. It's just breakfast, Oliver. But I don't want to eat out. What if... I shook my head to dismiss my negative thoughts and Stefan's slumped shoulders made me realize that it looked like I was rejecting him.
"I'll have breakfast with you," I squeaked out, and Stefan's glum expression suddenly brightened when he heard my reply. "I have a request. Um... I actually don't like eating out. I don't feel... safe." The last word almost didn't slip out of my lips. I hope that he doesn't think of me as a burden after this.
Aside from the flash of curiosity in his face, Stefan did not fuss about it. "Oh, that's alright with me. Do you have any allergies that I need to know?" He fished out his phone from his pocket and started dialing.
"I don't have any allergies."
Stefan nodded and smiled. He barked out instructions to the person on the other line, and when he ended the call, he chuckled. "That was the head chef in my restaurant. Don't worry. My food is safe."
"How did you... know?" Did he perhaps know who I am? That's impossible. I have never met him-
"Don't overthink, Oliver. You being afraid of eating out is enough proof that there's something you're scared of. It may be the fear of being in a public place or the fear of other people handling your food. All I can promise is that you will be safe with me."
I looked up at Stefan and nodded. I feel safe. I just met him but I feel safe. It's not a sin to ask for more, right? I don't want to feel scared anymore.
"By the way, since I know the owner of this subdivision, I messaged him just now and reserved us a seat in the restaurant. Technically speaking, I reserved the entire place. It would be just us. I want you to feel secure."
My jaw dropped. Wow. "T-Thank you. You don't have to have to do this for me..."
"I want to, Oliver. Let me. We'll talk about it later. Let's go." Stefan reached for my hand and wrapped it with his large one, a grin on his face, as he stared at our entwined fingers. He led me to the main hall, ignoring the curious glances of the people behind our intertwined hands.
Being the subject of the crowd's attention would have me hyperventilating on the spot, but Stefan's warm hand and gentle squeezes were enough comforts.
****
Throughout the meal, I couldn't help the furious blush from appearing because of Stefan. He didn't let me lift my fingers. He fed me the entire duration of our meal, and his intense stares got my senses into overdrive. I couldn't even remember what I ate. All I know was that my hunger was sated, and it was because of the man in front of me.
"Oliver, I want to discuss a serious topic with you. It's about what happened earlier. You called me daddy-"
I gasped out loud and automatically reached for Stefan's mouth to stop his next words. When he lifted his brow, I realized that I was still covering his mouth so I slinked back to my seat with a downcast gaze, embarrassed for my shameful action.
"I'm sorry. Please forget what I said earlier. It was nothing. I was just being weird and..." My nervous rambling stopped when Stefan just stared at me intently.
"I'm a daddy dom, Oliver, and I want you to be my little."
What's the word for an extreme shock? Am I dreaming? Did Stefan drop a truth bomb so casually? What did he say? Did he want me to be his little? But we just met.
He must have seen the visible confusion in my eyes. "I know you're confused, but you felt it earlier, Oliver. I don't care if we just met. I have been looking for my perfect little for so long, and now that I found you, I have no intention of letting you out of my grasp." His words were short, serious, and direct. I blinked my eyes slowly and clenched my fist to stop the trembling.
"I like you, Oliver. Who cares if it's too soon? Emotions do not follow a pattern. I'm not stupid to let go of someone I have been searching for so long. I apologize for dumping this on you, but I want you to hear my true feelings. I like you, and I am serious. I don't like running around in circles. I won't put you in a torturous position where you have to figure out why the hell I did the things I did. I'll give you a week to think things over. I will respect your answer, whatever it is. But I won't stop from praying that you will find it in your heart to choose me," Stefan finished his confession that left me breathless and speechless.
He handed me a calling card and even walked with me back to my apartment. When I finally stepped inside my safe space, my knees trembled and I collapsed to the floor.
Oh my God. What just happened?
Six days later,
Cross-legged on my sofa, I anxiously stared at Stefan's calling card, then back to my phone on top of the coffee table with half-eaten bacon and waffles that Stefan had delivered. What's so sweet about it was the fact that it was him who cooked my meal, and it was also him who delivered my food. The food was divine, but the unpleasant knots in my stomach were not helping with my appetite.
Actually, today is the day when I finally will give him my answer. I didn't expect that it would be this nerve-wracking. For the nth time, I exhaled sharply and reached for my phone. Stefan was serious when he offered to be my daddy. He cut to the chase and made sure that all his cards are laid on the table.
Now, it's my turn. I don't want to give him a vague answer, and I want to let him know that I thought about my answer thoroughly. He has been honest with me, and I want to let him know that he also deserves the same amount of honesty.
In these past six days, all I could think was Stefan. He filled my mind and made me feel giddy and happy. Whenever I feel like my anxiety is about to act up, Stefan's soft gaze flashes in my mind and I find myself calming down.
I am sure. A few days of sleepless nights and Stefan putting a colony inside my mind was enough to solidify my decision. I typed Stefan's number on my phone. I nervously chewed on my lips, my arm around Tie, as I wait for Stefan to pick up.
"Yes?" Stefan's baritone voice filled my ears, and I found myself blushing again. It's just his voice, but the effect he has on me... I can't even begin to explain it. My chest started to pound loudly from the nerves but I gripped on my phone firmly or else I'll drop it to the floor.
I swallowed to moisturize my throat and my hold on my tiger stuffie tightened. I'm so sorry, Tie. "Stefan, this is Oliver."
Stefan chuckled and it made my jittery heart flutter. "I know. Is there a problem? You have never called me, so there might be something wrong. Should I be worried?"
This is it, Oliver. I gathered all of the courage I have in my bones to utter the single word. "Daddy."
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