Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
But he seemed to be sleeping peacefully now. Hadn’t budged the entire night, content to lay exactly as he’d fallen asleep. But now that the sun was up, I needed to make coffee, check on the plants in my greenhouse, and make breakfast so food would be ready when he woke up. He was so tiny compared to my much bigger size; I was at least three times bigger than him. My boy needed to eat. Besides, eating would help him recover much faster, too.
I eased my arms from around him. He groaned but otherwise made no sound, nor did he move. I slowly made my way off the bed, being extra careful not to disturb him. Once I was safely off the mattress, I sucked in a deep breath, then tucked the comforter in around him so he still felt cocooned and safe.
I couldn’t believe how quickly this precious boy had attached himself to me. Just about as damn quickly as I’d latched onto him. It’d only been a little over twenty-four hours since I’d found him, and already, I knew if someone tried to take him from me, I’d make them disappear.
Ace was mine.
I grabbed some clothes out of my dresser, then headed downstairs to the other bathroom to shower. I had the basic stuff I needed to get clean there. After Ace woke up and I had him settled with breakfast, I’d go upstairs and finish my morning routine.
The shower was quick, and within no time, I’d checked my plants, watered them, and was standing in front of the stove, cooking bacon and eggs. Ace emerged down the stairs a few minutes after I’d turned the eyes on the stove off. I smiled at him, but he just frowned at me, clearly grumpy and not a morning person.
I found it endearing as fuck.
“Good morning, baby,” I greeted as I set his plate on the counter so I could wrap my arms around him. He sank into me as soon as I opened my arms, and my heart clenched in my chest. “Did you sleep well?”
“You left me,” he mumbled, sounding pissy. I winced. “You promised you would stay until I woke up.”
I scraped my nails along his scalp, hoping to settle him. “I needed to tend to my greenhouse, sweet boy. And I needed to make you breakfast.”
He huffed and pulled back from me, clearly not willing to be consoled. “You broke your promise.”
I reached out to cup his cheek, but he pulled away, crossing his arms over his chest. I bit back a wince. Okay, that fucking hurt, but I understood. I had promised him I’d stay in bed. But taking care of him like this was important, too.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “It won’t happen again. I swear.”
He scowled and rolled his eyes. “Like your word means anything,” he muttered, spinning on his heel and stomping toward the stairs.
“Ace,” I warned, my voice dropping a couple of degrees. His shoulders hiked up to his ears, and he stopped. He didn’t like disappointing me; I could work with that. “Do not give me your back when we’re talking. You’re an adult. And while I know I hurt you, that doesn’t mean you get to act like a child.”
“Fuck you,” he bit out, stomping toward the stairs again.
I sighed. “Ace!” I barked. He froze, flinching. I wanted to wrap him in my arms and apologize profusely, but he also needed to learn to speak to me like an adult. If he was regressing, I could understand the tantrum, but he wasn’t. He was acting out because he was hurt, and clearly, no one had shown him how to work through his emotions.
“What?” he muttered, his back still to me.
“Do you want a spanking?” I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest. He spun around to face me, the hurt falling from his features. His eyes were wide, his pupils blown wide just the slightest bit. His tongue flicked out over his bottom lip, and I knew I had him. Hook, line, and sinker. Papa knew how to take care of his boy. “Do you want a spanking, sweet boy?” I repeated when he didn’t answer.
His shoulders relaxed at the term of endearment, his face softening. Clearly, he wasn’t used to being treated kindly after he acted out. He was in for an awakening with me. Bratty or not, pissy or not, I would still be kind to him. Still pamper him and give him everything he needed.
Slowly, Ace nodded, his fingers twisting together in front of him. His cock had plumped up a bit, pressing against the front of the sweatpants he was wearing. With one finger, I beckoned him to me, and he quickly made his way back over to me, looking up at me with all the trust in the world.