Chapter 86 : Yes Daddy
HAYDEN’S POV:
I didn’t recognize myself.
That’s the first thought that keeps looping in my head, over and over again like a broken record I I'mcan’t shut off.
I didn’t recognize myself.
Because there is no version of me, none, that does what I did last night.
My hands grip the edge of the sink as I stare at my reflection, jaw tight, eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. The room feels too small and quiet, like it’s closing in on me, pressing in from all sides.
I kissed him. No. I did worse than that.
“Fuck!” I mutter under my breath, dragging a hand down my face.
This isn’t me.
I straighten slowly, forcing myself to look at my reflection again, as if staring long enough, I’ll find something familiar staring back.
“I’m straight,” I say under my breath. The words feel solid and grounding. “I’ve always been straight.”
And that’s the truth. It has to be. There’s no confusion there or a gray area.
So whatever the hell happened last night? It was a mistake.
Just like I said.
It was the fucking alcohol, tension, and anger. All of it mixed until it turned into something it wasn’t supposed to be.
That’s all. That’s all.
I push away from the sink abruptly, grabbing my hoodie and yanking it on as i can physically cover up the memory, and pretend it never happened.
Because that’s what I need to do.
I wanted to forget it, move on, and act fucking normal.
The game helps.
The roar of the crowd, the adrenaline pumping through my veins—it drowns everything else out.
This is where i make sense. This is who I am.
Not… whatever the hell I was last night.
By the time the final whistle sounds and we had secured the win, my chest is heaving, sweat dripping down my back, and for the first time since I woke up….I feel like I can breathe.
“Let’s go!” Jeff shouts, clapping me on the shoulder as the team gathers, energy high, voices overlapping in celebration.
“We’re hitting the club tonight,” someone else adds.
“Yeah,” another voice cuts in, grinning. “Gotta celebrate the season opener properly.”
I don’t hesitate. “Yeah,” I say quickly. “Let’s fucking go.”
Because that’s exactly what I need.
I needed the noise and distraction, anything but silence.
The strip club is fucking loud with lights flashing, music pounding through the walls, bodies moving everywhere I look.
It was absolute chaos which made it fucking perfect.
I lean back in the booth, drink in hand, surrounded by my teammates as they laugh, shout, and throw money on girls.
Girls move around us half-naked. Two of them by my sides with their ass out and my hands on it. I spanked the girl on my right and she let out a giggle.
This? This is normal. This is what I know.
One of the girls slides into my lap like she had done it a hundred times before, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders, her smile practiced but effective.
“You look tense, daddy” she murmurs, leaning in slightly.
I let out a short laugh, taking another sip of my drink. “Do I?”
“Mm-hmm,” she hums. “I think I can fix that.”
That’s exactly what I need. Something that proves…..I’m fine.
I rested my hands on her ass, squeezing it while I spanked her, making her moan into my ears.
This is real. This is right, not—I shut the thought down immediately.
No. I’m not doing that.
I pulled her closer instead as I planted a kiss on her neck.
By the time we leave, I’ve lost count of how many drinks I’ve had or how many girls I've danced with. I was fucking wasted.
It doesn’t matter.
Everything feels lighter now. The guys are still laughing, still talking but i barely hear them as I walk slightly ahead, the girl from the club beside me.
Her hand brushes mine, then slips into it. I didn’t pull away. Of course I don’t. This is what I want. What I’ve always wanted.
I glance at her briefly, taking in the way she looks at me in the most seductive way ever.
“Your place?” she asks, her voice soft but direct.
I nod once. “Yeah.”
The walk back to the dorm is a blur. By the time we step inside, the noise from earlier feels miles away, replaced by a quieter kind of tension.
She looks around briefly, then back at me, a small smile playing on her lips.
“You always bring girls back this fast?” she teases lightly.
I huff out a quiet laugh. “Only the ones who can take this fucking cock of mine.”
“Oh…Confident,” she says, stepping a little closer.
I don’t respond. I just close the distance because I don’t want to think or give my brain even a second to catch up.
I just need to feel something that makes sense, that proves I’m still me.
We kissed so hard and aggressively. My dick was hard from it. We were in the living room and I couldn't care less.
“Get on your fucking knees, bitch.” I snarled and she got on her knees. I undid my belt and pulled out my hard dick.
“Fuck….You are huge…” she said, as I shoved my dick into her mouth, filling her sluttly hole with every inch of it.
“Less talking…”
She began sucking me slowly but I didn't want to slow down. I wanted something that would burn through me.
I held her head in place as I fucked her hard, my dick going down deep into her throat.
“Fuckk…” I groaned loudly. “That’s it bitch..take that fucking dick.”
She was choking on my dick and the sight of her filled with dick and looking brain-dead did something to me. I could feel that I wanted to cum but I didn't need to.
I pulled out of her mouth. “Get on the couch and show that fucking pussy of yours.”
She giggled, “Yes, Daddy.”
She got on the couch, got on four as her pussy was exposed to me. She was dripping wet. Fuck, this is what I wanted, not some strong asshole of a man.
Her dripping pussy made my dick harder. “I am going to fuck you till you cum over and over again.”
“Yes…”
Before she could complete her. I pushed my dick into her and she screamed.