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Would going to parties with the guys lead to me finding my own Daddy? Could I be as happy as they were?
Monty:This is a valid feeling. What are you most nervous about?
Grizzly:That people will think it’s weird I’m Little.
Monty:Because of your size?
Grizzly:Yeah.
Monty:Then you shouldn’t worry. There’s at least one professional athlete Little who will be in attendance. He’s a big dude. And while I’m a Middle so technically not Little, I’m still someone who regresses. You’re not alone, my friend.
I bit the edge of the blanket as I pondered over his words. While I knew they were true, I was still hesitant. So much could go wrong. I didn’t want to risk anything being awkward when I had to be around for any non-kink events in the future.
Grizzly:You really think it'll be fine?
Monty:Absolutely! I’ve got your back. Trust me. You’re going to want to be here.
Grizzly:Why do you say that? What do you know?
Monty:It’s for me to know and you to find out.
Well, that wasn’t ominous at all.
CHAPTER 7
Paxton
My hopes of meeting Grizzly were quickly dashed when I arrived at the office.
I was buzzed inside the door where a young woman with long blonde hair, umber skin, and a bright smile greeted me.
"Hi, how can I help you?"
Before I could answer her, an even younger man with short wavy brown hair, a pair of thick glasses, sporting a button-down and slacks, strode into the room and froze.
"Oh my God, you're Paxton Wells," he said.
I was used to people recognizing me. It came with the territory of being as skilled as I was in the profession. I smiled at him, dipping my head in confirmation.
"I am. Nice to meet you." I held out my hand.
"Moseley, sir, I'm Moseley. This is so cool. I'm glad you're here, but Grizzly didn't say anything."
"Actually, he didn't know I was coming. My pops booked us tickets down here to get a feel of the place. He’s an eternal optimist. I think he's manifesting my getting drafted to Bellport’s team."
Moseley nodded in understanding as Cheyenne frowned.
"If he doesn't know you're here, then I'm guessing this was a surprise pop-up. Good in theory, but Grizzly's been out of the office. I don't really know when he's coming back," she admitted.
That brought my mood down. "Is he ill? Has anyone checked on him?"
The pair across from me gave each other a look. I didn't want to wait on them to have whatever quiet conversation they were having, so I interrupted.
"Look, I get that this might be weird. But he and I hit it off pretty well when we talked. I don't feel right about knowing he's sick and not doing anything. Can I take him some soup, or you know, DoorDash him food? What's the best option?"
Cheyenne chuckled. "It might be a good idea, but also when Grizzly shuts down like this, it's usually not like sickness, sickness. It's very rare, but in all the years I've known him and worked for him, it's happened two other times. Both took him about two weeks, and then he was back at it."
I hummed. "What happens to the workload during that time?" I held up my hands to make sure I was being crystal clear this wasn't a jab at the man. I liked him a lot, and quite frankly, I didn't want to make myself seem like an ass to the people closest to him. "Not to say he's slacking or anything like that."
