Blue-Collar Daddy || Bang Chan

Chapter 16: Paint Me

"So, (Y/N), are you going to tell me why you've been lying...about everything?"

      "Mom had to fake her death. She's in a lot of trouble."

      "It's my fault, Bang Chan. I told her not to tell anyone, and she's a good daughter. Surely you understand that. You're a dad, aren't you?"

      He softens and nods.

      "Of course. I was being selfish. I'm sorry. It's lovely to meet you. I'm a big fan of (Y/N)."

      "Me, too."

      Bang Chan offers to cook dinner, and all night, my mom tells stories about me as a kid.

      The following week, Bang Chan and I still haven't heard anything more from Marjorie or the Mayor. We have taken advantage of the silence to finish up his business plan.

      "I can sense you looking over your shoulder. They aren't going to raid the place with pitchforks. Breathe. Let's enjoy the calm before the storm.

      "Ugh...the next bomb could drop at any moment."

      "Paralyzing yourself waiting for it won't do us any good."

      I sigh, rolling my shoulders to try and work out some of the tight knots.

      "I've got a positive, can you guess what it is?"

      "I have no idea."

      Bang Chan leans back in the computer chair to look up at me.

      "I'm almost done with my business plan. All that hard work has really paid off. I can't thank you enough. Can you help with the finishing touches?"

      I lean over Bang Chan at the computer and start scrolling the document.

      "Let's see, it looks like the final touch should be overall formatting. Let's change up the fonts and margins a little in the table of contents. It will make it look super professional."

      "I'm always down for mixing things up a little."

      "You're such a horndog."

      "Hey! I've been working very...hard. Don't you think?"

      Grinning, he reaches for my hand and places it sneakily on his lap, where his hard-on strains his pants.

      Hmm, he did do a good job on this. Maybe I should give him a little reward?

      "You've been a good man, and you deserve a little treat."

      Glancing around the library and finding it empty, I sit beside him and slip my hand into his pants. He gasps as I find his hard length, his eyes widening.

      "(YLN)! You really are a heathen, aren't you?"

      I stroke his cock in his underwear as I pretend to look over the plan. He struggles to keep from moaning, answering my questions in a strained voice.

      "Yes. The critical risks that may arise from a business like mine. Weather. Competition in the market. Women making me—fuck! Fuck!"

      With heavy breaths, his cum flows out all over my hand and his underwear. I laugh as I remove my hand from his pants, wiping the mess on his underwear as I do.

      "This library is all about service, Mr. Bang."

      I type up the finished touches on the document and click the save button.