Cheese Daddy (Daddies Everywhere), page 1
CHEESE DADDY
G. ANGEL
CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
About the Author
Other Books by Golden Angel
PROLOGUE
Owen
“So, did you hear Bree is single now?”
Owen raised an eyebrow at Andres, one of his best friends and owner of the taco truck next to his gourmet grilled cheese truck. They often ate from each other’s trucks at the end of a shift, so it was normal enough to see him in line, but that was the last thing he’d expected to hear out of Andres’ mouth.
“Really? That’s how you’re going to greet me?” he asked, trying to keep his expression blank while his heart was doing an odd, thuddy dance in his chest. He hadn’t heard Bree was single now.
Doesn’t matter. Newly single is not the time to hit on a woman.
“Hello, Owen. Did you hear that Bree is single now?” Andres grinned at him, his dark eyes sparkling with mirth. Somehow, even though Owen hadn’t said a word about it, he’d figured out that Owen had a thing for Bree.
“You know, funny enough, I feel like someone just mentioned that to me recently,” he replied dryly. “I don’t know why people keep telling me.”
“Um, because you were immediately attracted to her and have kept your distance since she had a boyfriend?” Andres didn’t look at all ashamed, despite the dirty look Owen shot him. The two girls in line behind him had stopped talking and were clearly listening in on the conversation.
“You’re holding up my line. Either order or move.”
“We’re good!” Girl One said from behind Andres. “We’re still deciding what to eat.”
Things had slowed down, so they were the only other ones in line at the moment. Owen sighed. He was pretty sure they knew exactly what they wanted, which was to hear everything else Andres had to say.
“Yup. They broke up two days ago. Rita and Eden didn’t know until yesterday when they finally went over because Bree wasn’t answering her phone.”
“Well, I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Are you, though?”
Owen shot him a dirty look.
“Of course, I am. It’s always painful when a relationship ends, and Bree was really invested in hers.” Even if that douchebag she’d been with hadn’t been nearly as invested. Rita and Andres had been together for three months now and in that entire time, Bree’s boyfriend Samuel had come to hang out with the group of friends exactly once. He’d made an effort about half the time and spent the other half on his phone, ignoring all of them.
Rita and Eden hadn’t liked him very much, clearly tolerating him for Bree’s sake, which was another red flag.
The biggest red flag, however, had been the number of times Bree had come to the Outlands with Rita and Eden, while Samuel hadn’t been once. Who let his girlfriend go to a kinky sex club without him? Owen had wanted to pound his smug face into the ground. Sure, there was no reason to be jealous because Bree had been obviously one hundred percent loyal to the man, but there was also such a thing as taking the lack of jealousy too far.
At a certain point, it stopped looking like a lack of jealousy and started looking like indifference. Which was not what someone like Bree deserved. She was sweet, bubbly, fucking hot-as-hell, and way too good for someone like Samuel. They’d been going out for a little over a year, and it didn’t seem like he was that interested in being in a relationship with her… which Owen didn’t understand at all.
If he had a girlfriend like Bree, he’d be spending all his time making sure she felt loved and cherished. Also protected. Cared for. The service side of his Daddy Dom wanted to wrap her up and show her how she deserved to be treated, even as his disciplinarian side wanted to spank the hell out of her for settling for so much less.
“Who broke up with who?” he asked, hating himself for encouraging Andres but unable to keep himself from asking.
“Bree says it was mutual.” Andres shrugged. “Okay, I’m going to have the ham and gouda melt.”
“Great.” Owen forced a smile onto his face, glancing over to make sure that Daniel, his weekday cook, had heard the order. He looked over Andres’ head, shooing him off to the side. They never paid for their food. With as often as they ate at each other’s trucks, they’d just be passing the same ten dollars back and forth all week long. “Do you ladies need another minute?”
“No, we know what we want,” Girl Two said, stepping up. They put in their order, then lingered by the window instead of stepping away the way Andres had. He was on his phone, smiling at something, probably a text from Rita.
“So, we couldn’t help but overhear… you have a crush on a girl named Bree? And your truck is Touch of Brie. Is it named after her?” Girl One asked with a sly smile. The two of them practically had hearts dancing in their eyes at the idea, but he was going to have to disappoint them.
“No, it’s just a coincidence. I named the truck long before I met her.” He handed Girl Two her credit card, along with the receipt.
“Ooooh, then maybe it’s fate!” Girl Two pressed the credit card to her chest. Yup, starry-eyed.
Owen shook his head, even though he’d had the same thought more than once. Not so much fate, he didn’t think. More like torture since he had to hear and say her name multiple times a day while she belonged to another man. It had doubly sucked because he hadn’t found anyone else he wanted, and he wasn’t going to date someone just to date them when he wasn’t actually interested.
He hadn’t even been able to bring himself to scene with anyone at the Outlands since meeting her. It was frustrating as hell, and…
She was single now.
Newly single. That makes a difference.
He wouldn’t want to be the rebound guy. Plus, he would feel like a creep, hitting on a woman the moment she’d gone through a breakup. She would need time to recover, even if it had been mutual.
Bree is single.
All the logic in the world couldn’t push the thought out of his head.
Bree
“I can’t believe I wasted a whole year on that asshole!”
“I see we’ve moved to the ‘anger’ portion of the post-breakup emotional rollercoaster,” Eden said. She held up her hands in surrender when Bree glared at her, brushing her pink hair out of her eyes with one of them. “No judgment. I spent years there. Sometimes, I’m still there.”
Bree winced. Yeah, her year-long debacle of a relationship wasn’t anything compared to Eden’s divorce… then running into her ex because he was one of her best friend’s best friends. Rita, the third point on their bestie triangle, shrugged apologetically. When she’d started dating Andres, she’d accidentally brought Eden’s ex, Marcus, back into her life.
There’d been a few anger explosions between the two of them, although it really seemed like it was more on Eden’s side. Marcus was zen as hell, which was the opposite of how he'd been described. It seemed he’d turned over a new leaf—literally, since he’d quit his stressful day job and started a plant nursery.
She looked guiltily over at the pretty peace lily on the table next to the glass sliding door out to her balcony. She’d bought it the other day at Marcus’ nursery, Flower Power. Eden swore up and down she didn’t mind, but Bree still felt a little guilty. They’d gone in after lunch because it was right behind Rita’s boyfriend’s taco truck, so Eden could spy on Marcus, though she claimed she just wanted to look at some flowers, and Bree had fallen in love with it.
“Sorry, I’m just so mad. I could tell he was pulling away from me, and instead of accepting the obvious, I kept putting more and more of myself into it, then he dumped me anyway.” Tears sparked in her eyes.
“I thought it was mutual,” Rita said from her position on Bree’s couch, leaning forward. The pretty blonde was full of sympathy, whereas Eden was full of wanting to go smack Samuel upside the head, even though she didn’t know the whole story. She’d probably want to smack him even more once Bree finally fessed up.
Bree hadn’t told her besties too much about how everything had gone down. She’d glossed over some important details because she hadn’t wanted to admit them right away and also hadn’t wanted to hurt her friends. Some of the things Samuel had said about her had been cruel, and her two besties had some of the same interests.
In fact, Rita’s relationship with Andres and the fact he was her Daddy Dom had been the catalyst for the breakup. Seeing how happy Rita was, Bree had the thought that maybe she could turn her fantasies into reality, too.
Unfortunately, Samuel was not only not interested in being a Daddy Dom. He thought she was a sick pervert for even wanting one. She hadn’t told Eden or Rita because she hadn’t wanted them to feel bad about their own fantasies.
“It was sort of mutual,” she replied, sniffling as sadness hit her out of nowhere again. Not so much because she was feeling the loss of Samuel, but she was feeling the loss of what could have been.
Samuel had been her first serious relationship since college. Not that her college relationships had been all that serious. At first, he’d been everything she wanted—bossy in a hot way, attentive, interested in the same
Yes, even the job thing. One of her exes had lived on her couch for two months before she’d finally broken up with him. Bree had a sad habit of choosing losers, which was why she’d been so thrilled to meet Samuel.
This time she’d been the one who hadn’t measured up to someone else’s standards. It hurt. It made her angry. And it made her sad. She would have never expected him to turn on her like that over simply wanting to call him ‘Daddy’ and have him be a little more bossy than usual every so often.
Was it really that sick?
No. Remember what your books say. Kink shaming is not okay, and you’ve seen that at the Outlands. As long as everyone involved is a consenting adult, that’s what matters.
Samuel was just a judgmental prick. She would have been fine if he hadn’t been interested. She hadn’t been fine with the disgust and cruel words, which was why it was mutual-ish.
“Are you ever going to tell us exactly why?” Eden asked. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, but I won’t lie. I’m dying of curiosity.”
“Let’s just say it turned out we wanted different things… and he was a total asshole about it.” That was as close to the truth as she wanted to get right now.
“I’d say he was a total asshole about a lot of things, but fine,” Eden countered.
“Eden!” Rita hissed at her.
“What? It’s true. I’m glad Bree is finally seeing it.” She pointed her finger at Bree. “You were far too good for him, and life is too short to spend it with an asshole who doesn’t appreciate you. Trust me, I know.” The asshole in question being Marcus, of course.
“You know what? You’re right.” Bree sat up straighter. Her anger was turning into determination. Who needed an asshole who hadn’t been paying attention to her for months, much less fulfilling any of her needs? Who cared that he looked good on paper? When it came to being a good boyfriend, he’d been just as much a loser as a lot of her exes. She lifted her glass in the air in a toast. “Here’s to new beginnings.”
“Here, here!” Her friends chimed in.
Heck, she belonged to the Outlands kink club. She could find herself a Daddy Dom who checked all her other boxes, too. The world was her kinky oyster.
1
Two Months Later
Bree
“So, how was the wedding?”
It was the first time they’d gotten together since Rita and Andres had gotten back from a double wedding that had been at an honest-to-goodness kinky ranch out in Montana. Eden and Bree had been fascinated by the description of Rawhide Ranch, which had a full complement of Daddy Doms and an entire wing for ‘Littles.’ Bree wasn’t sure she was a Little, but she wouldn’t have minded getting to run around and find out.
“It was amazing,” Rita said, leaning forward on the bar table, which pushed her boobs up to incredible heights in the babydoll nightie she was wearing. Clubwear at the Outlands, especially for Rita now that Andres was her Daddy Dom, wasn’t like clubwear anywhere else in the city.
Beside her, Eden was wearing a pink corset that matched her hair exactly, as well as pink lips and glittering pink eyeshadow that had been applied over a thick line of black eyeliner that emphasized her Asian ancestry. Bree was wearing a corset, too, but she wasn’t nearly as color coordinated, and next to her two friends, she felt a little out of place.
Somehow, despite the fact that she’d been coming to the Outlands almost every other weekend for the past two months since her breakup, she’d only had a scene with one person. It had been fun. No sex, because she hadn’t felt ready for that yet, but she thought Master Tom might be interested in the future… but he hadn’t asked her to scene again, and she hadn’t had the guts to ask him for one. Or to ask why.
“What was amazing?” Eden pushed. “The wedding? The ranch? The hot sex with your hot Daddy boyfriend?”
All three of them automatically turned their heads to look at the table a few tables over to where Andres, Marcus, and Owen were standing. They’d separated, supposedly so the ladies could catch up and have ‘girl-talk,’ but everyone really knew it was to keep Marcus and Eden from sniping at each other. She seemed to have the compulsion to poke at him until he lost his cool, whereas he responded by trying to ignore her, which just made her angry. Conversations went much better when they were kept separate.
Besides, Andres and his friends needed to catch up, too.
Bree’s gaze lingered on Owen before she turned away. Sometimes, she wondered if part of the reason no one was asking her to scene was they’d noticed her crush on him. He looked utterly delicious in leather pants that hugged a perfect ass, no shirt because he was showing off his muscles, and his black hair was in that perfectly flopped style that always made her think of her favorite K-pop artists, which made sense since he was Korean.
He was a Daddy Dom. If he wasn’t friends with Andres, he would tick all her boxes. Instead, she just crushed from afar because she did not need inter-friendship drama. Marcus and Eden were already causing enough friction. If she and Owen started something and didn’t work out… yeah, no thanks. Talk about a nightmare scenario.
“Granted, the hot sex with my hot Daddy boyfriend was pretty amazing,” Rita said, turning back to them with a grin. “But I was talking about the ranch. It’s an actual working ranch with horses and animals and everything. The rooms are amazing. Lots of the furniture around the ranch has little kinky details, like perfectly placed d-rings.”
“How does that work with a wedding?” Bree wanted to know. “Everyone there couldn’t have been kinky.”
“They hid most of it away and closed off the wing where the Littles spend most of their time. I really want to go back to see what it’s like when everything is going on. It was really incredible, and oh my God, the bachelorette party was amazing.” As Rita kept talking, Brie snuck a few more looks over at Owen. She couldn’t help it.
When he happened to look back at her one time, she froze. He winked. She felt her face turning bright red, but she couldn’t look away until he did.
When she did, her friends were looking at her, and Rita had stopped talking.
Oops.
“Is there something you’d like to tell us, Bree?” Eden asked, amusement coloring her voice.
“Um, no?” It came out as a question rather than a firm answer.
“Is there something going on between you and Owen? Did I miss something while I was away?” Rita looked excited, which surprised Bree. She wouldn’t have thought Rita would want more drama among their little unofficial group.
“You didn’t miss anything.” Bree shook her head. “There’s nothing going on with me and Owen.”
“Then why did he just wink at you?”
Why indeed?
“How am I supposed to know? I just happened to glance over in their direction, and he winked. Maybe he had something in his eye.”
“Uh huh.” Eden took a sip of her drink. “Maybe instead of running a food truck called A Touch of Brie, what he actually wants to do is touch Bree.”
Hearing Eden say it sent a little wave of heat and desire through Bree, but she couldn’t let her friends keep talking like that.
“I’m sure he doesn’t… and even if he did, it’s not a good idea.” When her friends looked blankly at her, as if they couldn’t fathom why she would think it was a good idea, she shook her head again. “If we did date or something and it ended badly, that would make these group hangouts even more awkward.”
“You mean even more awkward than Marcus and I make it.” Eden made a face, and Bree and Rita exchanged a glance. The impulse to reassure her that she and Marcus didn’t make things awkward was there, but it would have been a lie. “Sorry. I know, it’s been hard. I’ll try to be better, I promise.”
“Don’t worry, I don’t expect a personality transplant,” Rita teased. “Besides, I understand. I think half your problem is that you’re worried if you give this new Marcus a chance, you’ll actually like him.”
