Legendary Daddy by Mia Monroe (each kindness read aloud txt) 📕

around renting hotel rooms or paying people to use their expensive homes. You could set up your own little situation here.”

“That’s…that’s actually kind of amazing.” My stomach flutters. “You would do that for me?”

“Hell yeah, I would do that for you. We’d have to work out something, maybe a lease or something like that. But, you know, a pay-as-you-go kind of thing while you’re getting started. It could be really cool. Photography studio by day, porn studio by night.”

“I don’t even know what to say. This is something I thought would be years and years away from now.”

“The more I think about it, the more I like the idea of it,” Matteo says.

“But what’s in it for you?” I ask.

“A lot of things. One of my big things in life is just being able to promote what I love. And anything supporting the LGBT+ community is something I love. I would like to be able to help someone get on their feet with a business.” He grins. “And, honestly, I want to see Legend get his life back together, and I think he could do that with you.”

Legend’s face screws up as he crosses his arms over his chest, but then he cracks a smile. “I actually agree with you. I think being able to help Bentley get his business off the ground would make me happy, and being able to support you at the same time would make me equally happy. So if you guys want to do this, I’m in.”

My eyes open wide. “Can I...can I clarify what you mean by you’re in, Legend?”

He chuckles. “Yeah, baby. I mean that if you want me to work with you and help you get this started, I’m in.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod. This is a dream come true. Oh my god. Legend.” I spin in a circle. “Fuck.”

Legend pats my back. “Take a deep breath, baby.”

“I can’t believe this is happening. First, I meet you and get to suck you off. Then you call me back and I get to come over and sleep at your house. Then you come and rescue me from living in a shitty apartment, and now you’re offering to help me start my business. This cannot be real, this cannot be happening. Am I dreaming right now? Maybe I am. No. I’ve died. I am absolutely deceased, and I’m just wandering around in porn heaven right now.”

Matteo looks amused as Legend laughs. “Baby, baby, take a deep breath. Calm down, boy.”

I exhale, shaking my body. “Okay, okay, I’m calming down. But, oh my god, I can’t fucking believe this. This is real. I just...what did I do to deserve having you in my life?”

“What do you mean? I should be asking myself that,” Legend says. “After the year I had, meeting you feels like some kind of miracle. I didn’t think that I would be ready or excited to go back to the industry for a long time, but seeing this place, I literally can’t wait to get started.”

“I think I might cry.”

“Don’t cry, beautiful boy.”

“No, you don’t understand, Legend. This is my dream come true. I moved here with nothing except the determination to make something of myself. I cannot believe all of this is happening to me right now.”

“Well, then it’ll be my job to make sure that you do believe it. Every single day.” Legend pulls me into his arms and kisses me sweetly. “I want you to be happy; as happy as you’ve made me. We may not have known each other for very long, but I don’t think that matters. When something feels right, I just go with it. Even though I might have been hesitant and nervous about getting involved with someone again so quickly, honestly, I can’t resist you, Bentley. I want your happiness, and I want Matty’s happiness. I want Matty to move to LA. So for me, this whole day is a win-win situation.”

I smile and throw my arms around his waist. “This is the best day ever.”

Matteo laughs. “Why don’t we call this number on the door and see if they’ll let us go in and take a look around the studio?”

“Yeah, that’s a fantastic idea,” Legend says.

Matteo calls the number and speaks briefly with the real estate agent, who tells him that the owner is actually in a shop across the street and will come over in a few minutes to give us keys. The man who comes out is older and wearing a tie-dye T-shirt and a tutu. He looks kind of like my dad. If my dad was a tutu-wearing hippie.

He smiles, hurrying across the street to see us. “Gentlemen, gentlemen, or folx if you prefer, you’re interested in my little place here?”

The three of us shake hands with him as he introduces himself as Tommy. “I grew out of the space and opened up across the street. It’s a little art gallery.”

“Oh, cool. I love art,” I say.

“You’ll have to come over and check things out.”

“Yeah, definitely.”

We go inside the empty location and look around. It’s a warehouse, and I wouldn’t call it small. There’s a ton of room to create all the different spaces Matteo was talking about. The nice thing is, it’s pretty industrial, so we can make it into whatever we want it to be. Which for me means whatever Matteo wants it to be, and I’ll work around that. The idea of having my own porn studio where I can invite talent to come is amazing. All I have to do now is figure out how I’m going to pay for any of this. Maybe I can get a small-business loan. Or maybe I should stop being so stubborn and ask my parents for a loan. I don’t know yet, but I am going to figure it out.

Fifteen

Legend

Later that evening, after spending time with Tommy and negotiating a lease, the three of us head to a Mexican restaurant in the area