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

“I believe you.” And weirdly, I do. I pull my phone from my pocket. “Put your number in.”

He nods, doing it obediently.

When he hands it back, he smiles. “I knew I was right about you. You’re not the things Arian said. I could be a perfect boy for you, Legend. When you’re ready.”

“When I’m ready, I’ll call you. You might be snatched up by then.”

His face turns serious. “I’m already yours,” he whispers. “I always will be. All you have to do is take me.”

My mind rushes back to his words just before the blowjob. “What did you mean before when you said you patiently waited for me?”

He frowns like he’s disappointed I remembered.

“You promised to tell me.”

Bentley nods. “You’re going to think I’m insane or something, but I swear I’m not.”

“Go on.”

“The first time I saw you on screen, it was like waking up from a long sleep. I knew in my heart you were everything I wanted and needed, and if we could just meet one day, I could show you.”

I study his face.

“At first I thought I would become a performer, but I didn’t want…” He pauses, clearly composing his thoughts. “I didn’t want you to see me with other men.”

“You’ve seen me with other men.”

“I know, but they didn’t matter. It was just a job to you until Arian. I thought you would marry him, and I would lose my chance, but you didn’t.”

“No.”

“When I saw you today, a part of me hoped Arian was right and you were awful and mean and didn’t want me at all.”

“Why would you wish that?”

“Because then I could stop crushing on you. Instead you’re exactly who I thought you were.” He smiles. “I’m happy it’s true. I’m happy you’re good. I lived out my fantasy today, and it was perfect. I would love to be anything you wanted me to be for you. Sex, filming, whatever, Legend. I know I sound desperate and probably a little stalker-y, but I’m not. I’m just a regular guy who believes in extraordinary moments. Why not believe you’ll meet the man of your dreams and suck his dick in a convention center?”

I laugh softly. “I don’t think you’re desperate or stalker-y. I think you’re sweet, and I’m deeply flattered. I never fuck around with fans, and I’m careful who I mess around with professionally outside of filming. I have a lot of fans, or at least I did, and those interactions always felt artificial as if they were more interested in my persona than me, but that’s not what I felt today. You restored part of me, Bentley.”

“That makes me incredibly happy.”

I cup his cheek. “I’ll remember what happened and everything you told me today. You never know when I might call.”

“I know you probably won’t, but there will always be a part of me hoping you do and waiting to be yours. Completely yours.”

“Not so sure you’d be as eager if you knew what being close to me was like.”

“If you believe that, you haven’t been paying attention today.”

I’m not sure what to say to that, so I figure a change in topic is the right choice. “Take care, Bentley. You were awesome.” I brush my fingers across his cheek. “And you’re fucking beautiful. Believe that.”

He nods. “I’ll try. Bye, Legend.”

“Bye. Be good, huh?”

“Always.”

This time, when I walk back to my car, a sense of calm I haven’t felt in a long time settles over me. Maybe I will call Bentley one of these days. Eventually, I’ll be ready to date again, but right now, I need to focus on reviving my career.

No matter how beautiful Bentley is.

Four

Bentley

What a fucking day! Not only did I meet my dream man, but I also had sex with him. Amazing, naughty, dirty as fuck sex. Even though I have imagined it countless times, I never in a million years thought it could actually happen. He was everything I always hoped he would be, but his looks in person are unbelievable. I giggle to myself as I stand in the shower. I don’t want to wash any part of him away, but that would just be gross. I tasted Legend’s cum. My stomach flutters. I’m the luckiest boy alive.

Will he ever call me? Unlikely. I was just a moment for him, a quick release, but it was a lifetime achievement unlocked for me. Maybe he’ll call when he’s ready to film again. What a comeback splash he would make. After what that gold-digging little shit Arian did to him, Legend’s image needs a makeover, and I’m positive I’m the one who could make it happen for him.

After my shower, I lie in bed naked, gazing up at the twirling ceiling fan. Filming Legend’s comeback would put my name on the map in a big way, and even though that sounds amazing, part of me just wants to see him reclaim his rightful throne as king of porn. The man is a beast, and we need him.

Convincing him of that would not be easy though. What I need to do is stay focused on my craft, keep learning, so when Legend is ready, working with me is an easy choice for him to make. Next week’s shoot is a damn good start. I knew going to that convention was a great idea. Turns out that was true in more ways than one.

“Can you try sitting on the edge of the bed from the other side?”

The guy I’m shooting with, Cas, nods, shifting by rolling over. I check the lighting through my lens, smiling as I nod. “Perfect. Mack, you can join Cas now.”

Mack does, standing between Cas’s legs while I finish getting the lighting just right. I check the sound, happy with it. When I glance up, I take a moment to appreciate this situation. Mack is one of the up-and-coming stars in the industry. I met him at the convention, and he agreed to shoot with