Tales about Hot Daddies
In the tantalizing world of "It's Also Love?", innocence collides with desire, and familial bonds blur as Meet, a sweet and impressionable young boy, finds himself swept into the captivating orbit of his adopted father, Rajbh...
I cautiously made my way to the breakfast table, my heart still racing from the encounter with Hrithik just moments ago. The memory of his touch and the vulnerability I had shown him made me blush, even in the early morning light.
As I took my seat, Daddy looked up from his newspaper, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Good morning, my little angel. How are you feeling today?"
I could feel my face heating up, a mixture of embarrassment and secret delight coursing through me. "Um, I'm okay, Daddy," I replied, my voice a bit shaky as I focused on my plate, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
Leaning closer, Daddy wore a playful smirk on his lips. "Oh, Meet, I wasn't inquiring about your well-being. I was asking how your... n-u-n-u is doing." He emphasized the last word, his tone laced with a slyness that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Daddy!" I protested, my embarrassment reaching new heights. Yet, underneath it all, a soft giggle escaped me. Daddy's teasing always had a way of making me feel both flustered and secretly delighted.
He chuckled, thoroughly enjoying my reactions. "Come on, Meet, I'm just teasing. You know I can't resist a little banter."
Squirming in my seat, my cheeks burning, I couldn't help but exclaim, "You're impossible, Daddy."
Daddy winked at me, his playfulness unwavering. "But you love me for it, don't you?"
I nodded shyly, unable to hide the affection in my eyes. Daddy's confident and masculine presence always left me feeling both timid and in awe. I admired his maturity and responsibility, and it only deepened my crush on him.
As we continued with our breakfast, my thoughts drifted back to Hrithik. Daddy noticed the dreamy look on my face and raised an eyebrow. "What are you thinking about, my little angel?"
I blushed, my mind racing to come up with a believable answer. I couldn't possibly tell Daddy that Hrithik was waiting for me behind our house, ready to drive me to school in his own car. It was a secret I wanted to keep to myself, at least for now.
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"Oh, nothing, Daddy," I replied, trying to sound casual. "Just thinking about school and the day ahead."
Daddy smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Is that so? Well, you seem to be blushing. Well, my little angel, did you finally do it all by yourself?"
My eyes widened in surprise, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. Did Daddy somehow know about my encounter with Hrithik earlier this morning? Did he see us? Panic started to well up inside me, but I quickly composed myself. I felt sweat starting to bead on my forehead. My mind raced, my thoughts bouncing between wild possibilities. Did he see Hrithik leaving my room? Did he somehow hear our hushed whispers and laughter? My heart pounded as I struggled to keep up the appearance of normalcy.
