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

“I love how you call him a devious twink.”

“That’s what he is.” We both laugh. “I guess then what you’re saying is that you’re open-minded?”

“Yeah. Meeting Bentley has opened my eyes to a lot of things. We talked this morning, and I told him that I was willing to try to have a relationship with him and go into this business fifty-fifty. A month ago, before I met him, I couldn’t have imagined even thinking about things like this so soon. I’m not ready to jump in front of the camera just yet, but I am ready to start thinking about it at least.”

“Who would you perform with? Bentley?”

“I don’t think so. He’s not a performer. He insists that he understands the difference between a job and our relationship, but I don’t know how I’d feel fucking somebody while he’s the one filming me.”

“Unless you’re an exhibitionist and he’s a voyeur.”

“You know, that’s an interesting point of view. We haven’t even talked about that. Maybe he would kind of get off on that.”

“You never know. Worth finding out, right?”

“Definitely worth finding out. For the time being, I think I’m just gonna work on the studio with him and go from there. See what happens next.”

“I dig it. I’m super excited. For the record, from what I’ve seen, you and Bentley would make magic on camera.”

I smile, imagining that for just a moment. “Possibly. Now about you. What’s the plan?”

“I’m gonna look at my schedule and figure out when I can come down here and spend some time getting the studio going.”

“Cool. Keep me posted, and know that Bentley and I can be there for anything if we need to.”

“Yeah, it’s great you guys are down here. I’m looking forward to what the three of us can create together.”

“Yeah, me too.”

The next morning, after seeing Matteo off safely, I sit on the couch, staring out into the morning. I’ve been awake for hours, my thoughts swirling with possibilities. Bentley is still in bed after I woke him up to suck him off a few hours ago and then coaxed him back to sleep. That wasn’t enough to ease the energy flowing through me.

I unlock my phone, browsing through my contacts. What if Bentley is wrong and my name doesn’t carry weight anymore? What if none of these people I used to call friends want to hear from me? I exhale, scratching my beard. But what if Bentley is right? There’s only one way to find out. I dial the first name on my mind.

“Hello?”

“Sharod. It’s Legend.” I brace myself for a reaction.

“Legend? No fucking way.”

“It’s me. How you doing, man?”

“How am I doing? Dude. Where the fuck you been?”

“Took a break, you know. Had a lot to think about.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get that. You good, man?”

“Really good. Uh, I was calling for a reason.”

“I’m all ears.”

“Cool. I’m starting a production company with a business partner. He’s up-and-coming, but he’s so talented. He has a unique style that I think is gonna be a hit.”

“Okay.”

“I’m calling to see if maybe you’d be interested in filming with us.”

Sharod is silent.

“We’re specializing in kinks. Daddy kink is the main one. Maybe we could get Taylor to work with you, or someone you really like. I’m looking to make a big splash with this, so I want some star power behind it.”

He’s still silent, so I decide to give him an out.

“If you think it’s too risky to be associated with me, I understand.”

“What? Dude, no. Risky? Fuck that. This is awesome. Sign me the fuck up.”

I exhale with a puff. “Really?”

“Hell yeah. You’re performing, right?”

“Uh, undecided.”

“That’s a shame. You left a gap, man. The energy you brought to the screen was special. I hope you reconsider.”

My body heats up from the thought. He was one of the few who reached out to offer his support after shit went down with Arian.

“You really think people are over what happened?”

“I think people love drama, man. They latched onto it, and they will again if you perform. But what’s wrong with that? They’ll see that you’ve moved on and you’re not the man Arian tried to paint you to be.”

“I feel like I’m a controversy now.”

“Yeah, I still don’t see what’s wrong with that. You didn’t do anything wrong. I know you didn’t, and so do a lot of other people. The best way to show that, in my opinion, is to get back out there. What bigger fuck you to Arian could there be?”

I nod, absorbing his words. It’s not the first time I’ve heard this. First from Bobby and now Sharod—two people actively entrenched in the business. If they think it’s okay, maybe it is.

“I appreciate the perspective. For now, I’m focused on getting the studio off the ground. You in?”

“I’m so in. Tell me when and where.”

Smiling, I nod. “I’ll send details.”

After that call, my confidence is higher, and I move through my contact list. My last call is to Bobby, who not only supports us but offered to shoot a few scenes for us at a drastically reduced rate. By the time Bentley shuffles out of the bedroom, naked and hair messed, I have some news for him that’s going to blow him away.

Eighteen

Bentley

“I’m so fucking nervous.”

Legend looks up from arranging some pillows on the bed. “Offical directorial debut. Anyone would be nervous, but I assure you, you’ve got this.” He stands, walking over to me, and then pulls me into his arms. I rest my face on his chest, letting the soft thump of his heartbeat soothe me.

It’s been three months of chaos, but it’s also been the most exciting time of my life. I finally settled on a studio name, Legendary Productions. I had to fight Legend on it, but I finally wore him down. Legend came through with a bounty of talent willing to work with an unknown director, and Matteo’s studio is up and running. Tonight is