Legendary Daddy, Mia Monroe [romantic books to read .txt] 📗

Bentley’s face lights up. “Does that mean…you and me…”

“Would you like that? Are you ready to jump in the deep end with me?”

“Does the collar around my neck have your name on it?”

“It sure the fuck does, but that’s our private life. Do we want to take this public?”

Bentley searches my eyes. Slowly, a smile pulls at his pretty mouth. “Yes.”

“You’re sure? You’ve thought this through?”

“I haven’t thought of anything else since we filmed it. It’s all the things you said it was. Empowering, liberating, sexy. How lucky am I that I get to do it with you? We can show the world what kind of Daddy you are. What kind of man you are.”

“Guess we’re doing this then.”

“Are you happy, Daddy?”

“The happiest I’ve ever been.”

The next morning, as we lie on the couch together watching TV, Bentley’s phone vibrates across the coffee table. “It’s Finn.”

I watch Bentley’s face as he listens to his friend, who’s been spending time at the library.

“Really?” Bentley questions. “Daddy, pull up Twitter.”

I do, finding my name trending again. When I click it, I read post after post coming to my defense, from the talent I’ve worked with in the past, to the talent we’ve recently filmed with, to a few directors. I smile when I see Bobby’s name, admitting he should have spoken up the first time, but he wasn’t about to sit back and allow the lies to continue. Even men I’ve dated chime in defending my character.

Others post horror stories about working with Arian, portraying him as the manipulative, difficult diva I know him to be. As the day goes on, it becomes clear that this situation has broken the internet. Our website and OnlyFans have had so much traffic to them, they’ve gone down a few times. We’ve been bombarded with texts and emails of support.

“Where were all these people when shit went down the first time?” Bentley asks.

“I think the situation is different now. There was space for Arian to be out on his own and show his true colors without me as a punching bag. I established who I am separate from him, and he did the same.”

“So he made his own bed. Karma is a spiteful bitch.”

“Indeed.”

“Do you feel validated?”

“In some ways. What I’ve learned through all of this is to remember who I am, and if I lose sight, I have you as a compass to pull me back on course.”

“Daddy, that’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful. Inside and out. All I ever wanted was to make art and love someone good. Because of you, I have that. Everything else is gravy.”

Bentley drags his fingers over my beard. “We have the house to ourselves.”

“We do. What should we do about it?”

“Fuck on the couch?”

I laugh, nuzzling his neck as I tackle him. “I like that plan.”

Six months later…

“Don’t be nervous. This is exciting.”

Bentley nods, studying his appearance in the compact mirror. He looks amazing in a white suit with a purple shirt and matching purple sneakers. Finn helped him style his hair and he has a touch of makeup on. He looks delectable.

“This was on my vision board.” He turns toward me, his cheeks flushed. “I always dreamed of this, and here it is.”

“It’s fantastic.” I squeeze his hand as the car stops in front of the venue. Tonight is one of the industry’s biggest award ceremonies. “Ready for the red carpet, Mr. Director?”

“Ready.”

We step out, immediately accosted by an onslaught of flashing cameras and industry media covering the event. We endured two solid weeks of bullshit when Arian cried wolf again six months ago, but then people moved on to the next scandal. Since then, Bentley’s star has been on the rise. Photographers call out our names, and I pull Bentley close, kissing him as I bend him in my arms. When I right him again, he cups my face, stroking my beard and gazing at me with so much love, my heart stutters in my chest. I’m gonna marry this boy. I swear it.

We make our way inside and are led to our seats. I’m surprised by the amount of support we receive as we pass people. Bentley is nominated in the Fresh Face, Best New Director, and Best Kink scene categories. I’m nominated for Best Daddy, and Bentley and I are both nominated for Performer of the Year for the scene we did together. To say I’m surprised is an understatement. The industry I thought had turned on me welcomed me back with open arms.

Hours pass, and soon both of us are holding several awards. It’s time for the Best New Director category and Bentley’s nerves are palpable. When his name is called as the winner, he turns to me with shock in his eyes. I kiss him hard. He stands, pulling my hand for me to join him. I try to resist, but he whispers, “please.”

I follow him, filled only with a desire to make him feel comfortable. I’ve done thousands of these. I can help him through his first director one. I’m positive it won’t be his last. After he accepts the statue, he shifts his eyes to me.

“I did it,” he says softly.

“You did.”

Gripping my hand, he turns to look at the audience. “Thank you for this. I can’t express what it means to me to be recognized by my peers and fans. Just know that I’m forever grateful.” He glances over to where I’m standing slightly behind him. “I want to thank Legend for believing in me and taking a chance, not only by working with me but by loving me. I was this crazy guy with a dream but floating aimlessly until Legend gave me firm ground to stand on.”

He smiles at me then faces the room again.

“For those of you who stood by us, we thank you, and we’re proud to have you in our corner. I’m excited to see what the future brings for