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

Sipping my water with my back turned to the room, I exhale slowly. You did nothing wrong, I remind myself. I’m not a predator and I didn’t manipulate shit. If anything, the exact opposite is true. My misplaced love for Arian made me compromise on things I didn’t want. It’s just hard to prove that a forty-year-old, six-foot-two, bearded and tattooed beast of a man allowed a waifish twink to run him.

“Oh my god,” a soft voice murmurs behind me. “It’s you.”

Tension fills me, but I twist around to see a man standing there, wide-eyed and biting his bottom lip. He’s fucking gorgeous with big brown eyes, a full mouth, and sweet features. He’s wearing light makeup, but his sandy brown hair is short, and he has the slightest beard. He’s wearing a pink floral-patterned blouse, white pants, and white ankle boots.

“Legend.” My name is breathless on his lips. “What an honor.”

“Hello. You are?”

“Bentley. Um, Bentley Price. Huge fan of yours. I’m in awe that you’re standing here. I can’t believe it, really. Where have you been? I’ve missed watching you. I thought you might have left for good.”

His familiarity with how he speaks to me, like we’re old friends, draws a smile to my lips.

“I’m sorry,” he continues. “You don’t owe me an explanation. It’s just...so amazing to see you in real life. Are you in film now?”

“I came to learn. Do you work in the industry?”

He nods eagerly. “I’m not talent. Obviously.” He laughs, his cheeks blushing. “I do some behind-the-scenes work, but I’m interested in directing.”

“Why is it obvious you’re not talent?”

He laughs nervously. “Really? I mean, me?”

I nod, studying his face. “Why not? If it’s not your thing, that’s cool, but it isn’t obvious to me.”

“Oh.” He sort of shrugs in on himself. “It’s not like I stand out. Not like The Angel.” He scrunches his face. “Shoot. I probably shouldn’t have brought him up, huh?”

“Correct. I’d prefer not to talk about him.”

“Right. Of course. For the record, I see behind his lies.”

My eyebrow rises. Now I’m curious. “What do you mean?”

“It’s so obvious that he’s struggling without you. I imagine he threw a fit and wanted the public to side with him so he could keep his career going. I’m sure it was hard to break up, but you must have had your reasons for leaving such a lucrative situation. And such a beautiful boy. I wish I looked like him.”

“No.” I shake my head. “You shouldn’t wish that. You’re gorgeous in your own right.”

Bentley’s mouth falls open. “I-I’m sure you’re just being nice. I can’t compare with someone like Arian.”

“You don’t need to. That’s the beauty of it.” I step closer. “You don’t perform at all?”

“No. I can’t imagine I’d be popular.”

“You might be surprised. If I were still performing, I’d do a scene with you.”

“Oh, now you just stop that, Legend.” He clutches his stomach. “You’re gonna make me get an erection,” he whispers, leaning close. “But thank you for that fantasy material. As if I don’t already fantasize about you.” He scrunches his nose again, and I’m quickly becoming addicted to it. “I should absolutely shut up now.”

“You’re adorable, Bentley.”

“You’re...breathtaking in real life. On camera, you look like a god, but in person, there are no words. I realize I’m gushing fan vomit on you, but I may never get a chance to say this to your face again.”

I watch him intently, waiting for his words.

“You helped me learn what I like and need in a partner.”

“What?”

“Watching your scenes, before and with Arian.” He looks over his shoulder, checking we’re still alone. “Are you a Daddy in real life or was that just acting? You can totally lie and just tell me you’re a Daddy. That would be amazing.”

Bentley stirs something in me. Something compelling and delicious but also very, very dangerous.

“I’m a Daddy in real life, Bentley.” I lean in closer, cupping his chin. “And that’s not a lie.”

His eyes flutter closed for just a second before he shifts them back to me. “You’re touching me.”

“Would you like me to stop?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “No.”

As I search his eyes for a few seconds, I can actually imagine tearing him apart. “Do you want to show me around the convention? I could use a friendly face. I haven’t seen anyone since things went down with Arian.”

His face lights up. “Absolutely. It would be my honor, Legend.”

“Great. Let’s go.”

I take Bentley’s hand in mine, giving it a quick squeeze in silent thanks.

“Okay,” Bentley begins, “there’s a bunch of booths that cover everything from lighting to angles. There’s also a lot about the different styles and techniques.”

“What style do you like?”

He smiles shyly. “I’m developing my own technique compiled from years of watching and figuring out what aesthetic works for me. I haven’t come up with a name yet, but basically, I want the viewer to feel like a voyeur. Not just passively watching two or more people fuck, but as if they’re in the room, sitting in a chair nearby, intimately involved without touching.”

I stop walking. It takes Bentley a second to realize it and turn back.

“Go on.”

Bentley nods. “I like a little behind-the-scenes and lots of talking between the performers. I want it to feel like an experience, not just a scene. I have these different cameras I use so I can capture all the angles and action. I use a handheld to get close.”

“That sounds...nice. Do you only do gay?”

He nods. “Yes. I’ve done some straight scenes with volunteers, but I want to work in gay porn. I want my own production company so I can make the films that appeal most to me.”

“Which is?”

“Kinks. I love it all. No vanilla-bashing from me, but what excites me is pushing your limits or discovering things about yourself that you didn’t know.”

“Like being submissive?”

He nods, his sweet lip finding its way between his teeth again. “Exactly like that. I’m rambling, but I’m very passionate about