Jesse Morris was a shy 25 year old who worked down the street from Janvier Inc.
Hal Janvier was a powerful man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. Once he sets his eyes on Jesse, the attraction is instant. He knew that the shy man would be h...
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Hal.
I had just pulled on a pair of reflective sweatpants when the door was pushed open and Jesse walked in. He was dressed in a baby blue onesie with the hood pulled up over his blue hair so the bunny ears attached flopped around.
He had his pacifier in his mouth and was looking everywhere except at me. I bit back a smile and watched him walk closer to me. His hands were behind his back.
"What did you do, baby boy?" I asked, crossing my arms.
Jesse doesn't say a thing. I tapped my feet against the floor and he let the pacifier drop out of his mouth.
"I did nothing." He says, his voice light and tiny.
"Why are your hands behind your back?"
"Nothing, daddy." Jesse said, swaying a bit.
"Let me see your hands."
"No."
"I'm going to count to three." I said, keeping my voice stern. Jesse doesn't say anything but he keeps staring past me. So I start counting.
"1."
Jesse doesn't say a word. Nor does he show his hands.
"2."
Jesse immediately shoved his hands out and I frown down at his hands. They were stained with water color. He goes to hide his hands behind his back but i grabbed them.
"Where did you paint?"
"There." Jesse said, not really replying to the question.
"Do you want a spanking?" I asked and Jesse pouts, shaking his head no. He takes my hand in his. "Come show daddy where you colored."
I led him all the way to the sitting room. I stop and stare at the mess, my brow raised as I stared at the papers strewn around and finger paints on the wooden floors.
"It wasn't me, daddy. It was Cloudy." Jesse said, pointing at the teddy bear resting against the chair. I look at the teddy and at Jesse who smiles up at me.
"Only Cloudy?"
Jesse played with my fingers, his pout still ever present. "I might have done it with Cloudy."
"You know what this means, little prince."
"Nuh."
I narrowed my eyes, staring down at him. "Naughty corner. Now."
"But d-"
"Do you want Cloudy to join you in the naughty corner?" I asked and he lets out a loud gasp. He looks up at me, his eyes wide and his bottom lip a bit bubbly. He looked like he was about to cry but he had to be disciplined.
