The Boyfriend Diaries: A Romance Box Set Collection

by S. E. Law

  Tears begin to pool in Katie’s eyes.

  “I know, but you see, my mom has to stay in that apartment. It’s not that she can’t find another apartment; it’s that she can’t be bothered to, and I know she’ll just move in with me instead. You can’t let that happen, Mr. Carlton. I’m begging you with my entire heart. Please, you don’t understand. I live in a tiny one-bedroom where the tub’s in the kitchen, and there’s no way two people could live there without fighting all the time. Plus, you haven’t met Dinah. She’s so out there and spacey sometimes that living with her 24/7 would drive anyone crazy.”

  I nod.

  “That sounds bad, I admit,” I say. “I had no idea your mom was angling to move in with you instead.”

  Katie takes a deep breath, still with tears in her eyes.

  “It’s not that Dinah’s been planning to move in with me. It’s just something that’s going to happen if she loses her apartment because she’s too scatterbrained. She’s not going to secure another apartment in time, and I know she won’t even be able to pack by herself. I’m probably going to have to do it for her, and handle all the logistics because my mom is just that kind of person.”

  Frankly, it sounds somewhat familiar because my ex-wife was also helpless to a fault. Honey had to have everything done for her, from her nails to walking the dog to a professional chef who made every meal for us, including breakfast. But at least Dinah’s helplessness is a result of her scatterbrained habits. By contrast, Honey wouldn’t lift a finger if you pointed a gun to her head because she was a pampered housewife.

  But not anymore. Our divorce is over and done with, and it’s all for the better. In fact, I have a gorgeous young woman sitting across from me right now who might just be open to the DD / lg lifestyle. So I decide to go for it. I shoot Katie a dazzling grin and then put my drink down.

  “Well, I can think of a solution,” I begin.

  The beautiful girl sits up, her eyes still glistening a bit with tears.

  “Whatever it is, Mr. Carlton, I can do it. Just please, please, please, don’t evict my mom. That’s all I ask.”

  I smile again while surveying her dainty features and lithe, slim form. Hmm, she’s curvy while slender, with generous breasts, a narrow waist, and hips that are wide and made for child-bearing. In short, she’s perfect, and I can’t wait to put forward my proposition.

  37

  Katie

  I swallow hard while trying to contain my emotions. Xavier Carlton is about to throw me a lifeline, and I’m going to take it. I’m going to accept whatever offer he makes because the truth is that I can’t stomach the thought of living with Dinah again.

  After all, my mom is just too bird-brained. Don’t get me wrong because Dinah’s smart in many respects. She’s not a dumb woman, and she’s definitely very intelligent in her own way. Her thriving business is proof of that.

  It’s just that I can’t handle being my mom’s life-organizer slash mother-figure slash savior. It’s not feasible. I don’t want to be the one scheduling dentist appointments for her, while also paying her cell phone bills and making sure that her clothes are clean. I’m not her legal guardian. I’m her daughter, and I want to live my own life.

  That’s why I live in a crappy apartment even though I could live with my mother and save money. Although I’m poor, it’s totally worth it. I have space, and even more importantly, I have peace. I can ignore Dinah’s latest astrological prediction, and also escape her batty ways without offending her.

  “Please, Mr. Carlton,” I murmur. “I’ll do whatever you want. I just can’t have my mom move in with me.”

  He throws his head back and laughs, showing off even white teeth.

  “It’s that bad, huh?”

  I nod.

  “It’s worse than you think. Imagine living in a tiny space with Pippi Longstocking crossed with Mary Poppins. It’s not fun. She’ll be in my business non-stop, while making all sorts of New Age-y proclamations.”

  He laughs again, and I marvel at his good looks once more. How does he do it? Literally, the man looks like a movie star, and not businessman who sits in front of a computer all day.

  But then Xavier grows serious.

  “Well, Katie, I do have a position to fill, but it’s different from a regular nine to five.”

  I look at him with confusion.

  “You mean in real estate? With your company? But I’d be utterly unqualified, Mr. Carlton.”

  He chuckles again.

  “Yes, I know. But it’s not a job precisely. Or it is, sort of. I’m looking for a companion, you see. Someone who can satisfy my tastes, but who also has the discretion and maturity to know her place.”

  I’m flummoxed. What does he mean?

  “I’m sorry?” I ask. “I’m not sure I understand because right now, I’m working as a home health aide, so I’m a companion of sorts already. I work with an older woman who has severe diabetes. As a result, I’m in charge of helping her with almost everything: her meal schedule, her daily exercise, and also the insulin shots. I’ve learned to give her those in order to make sure that her sugar levels stay stable.”

  Xavier nods thoughtfully.

  “Being a home health aide isn’t an easy job, and I respect you for taking on such a challenging position, Katie. Tending to the elderly and ill is difficult, not to mention emotionally taxing. But I’m not looking to take you away from your job. I’m looking for after hours companionship of a different kind.”

  I stare at him again.

  “Are you looking for a friend?” I ask slowly. “Because we can be friends, no problem Mr. Carlton.”

  He throws his head back to laugh again, and suddenly I feel really dumb. Oh my god, I’m completely out of my league and I know it. This man is a billionaire who can run circles around me, and I suddenly feel very foolish and young.

  But then his eyes grow serious and he leans forward.

  “No, not a friend, Katie, because you would be my friend for free, wouldn’t you? I’m looking for something else.”

  With that, Xavier’s blue eyes seize mine, and my pulse skyrockets. What does the CEO want? Because as my body goes soft and hot, suddenly I know I’ll give him whatever he’s looking for.

  38

  Xavier

  Katie’s so innocent that it’s charming. She’s sitting on the sofa, looking stricken, and immediately, I want to comfort her.

  “But you’re on the right track,” I begin. “I’m not looking for a friend exactly, but something along those lines.”

  She nods before taking a deep breath and throwing me a dazzling smile.

  “I didn’t think so because you seem like a man who probably already has a lot of friends. Why would you need a friend like me?”

  A smile quirks my lips.

  “Well, that’s a good question. In fact, I think I would really value a friend like you because many of my existing so-called “friends” aren’t real. They’re generally people who want something from me, like my money or my connections. Those aren’t true friends.”

  She purses her lips, and then shakes her head.

  “You’re right. They’re not. I hadn’t thought of that because I’ve never been in your shoes. I come from humble circumstances, as you know,” she says with a sassy smile. “But is there something else you’re looking for Mr. Carlton? Again, I can be a companion, no problem. But I just have to understand what you’re looking for exactly. You’re not sick, are you?”

  I shake my head.

  “Nope, I’m as healthy as a horse.”

  She stares at me with confusion.

  “Are you looking for someone to take dictation? To clean your house?”

  I shake my head again.

  “Nope, I’m not looking for a secretary nor a maid either. I would have said that if that’s what I was looking for.”

  Katie blows out a huff of air then, and stares at me with bafflement in her eyes.

  “So what can I do for you, Mr. Carlton? What are yo
u specifically looking for?”

  I take a moment to pause. I need to phrase this in a delicate manner so that her sensibilities aren’t offended, and so that she doesn’t run screaming out of here.

  “Well, I’m looking for a play companion,” I begin. “Specifically, a pretty female play companion.”

  She stares at me hard.

  “Are you looking for a girlfriend?” she manages in a stammer.

  I laugh like she’s just turned into Jerry Seinfeld.

  “No, I’m not. Not precisely, that is. I’m looking for a woman with whom I can have fun, but I have very particular ideas when it comes to the type of fun.”

  “Such as …?” she asks, still staring at me. By now, Katie’s perched on the edge of the sofa, as if she’s ready to flee.

  “Well, I’m looking for a woman to participate in the DD / lg lifestyle,” I say casually. “Have you heard of it? I think you could be a great fit.”

  She stares at me while slowly shaking her head.

  “I’m sorry, I haven’t. Is this some sort of weird bondage thing?”

  I snort, which startles her.

  “I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to sound dismissive. All I meant is that DD / lg stands for “Daddy Dom / little girl.” So the word “dom” is technically in the name of this type of roleplay, but it’s not about dungeons and whips and whatnot. Instead, in this kind of roleplay, there’s a commanding father figure who takes care of his little girl. Would you like to be taken care of, Katie?”

  She inhales sharply as those beautiful breasts tremble, and victory unspools in my chest. Because somehow, I already know that Katie is going to say yes, and I can’t wait.

  39

  Katie

  What in the world is he talking about?

  “I’m sorry?” I ask, even as my heart pounds. “What is DD / lg play exactly?”

  He leans back in his chair, looking very suave and confident.

  “Again, it’s where an older man takes care of a young lady.”

  I shake my head.

  “So like a sugar baby.”

  He quirks an eyebrow.

  “No, not a sugar baby. Well, sort of, yes. While you’re with me, Katie, all of your financial needs will be taken care of. Your mom will be able to stay in her apartment, and I could even give her a break on the rent, if you like. Plus, I don’t mind offering a small stipend for your personal benefit each month.”

  She stares at me before swallowing. I watch the graceful motion of her throat as her breasts tremble, and my hardness begins to grow. This woman is so delightful that it’s difficult to keep from touching her, although I know any caresses would be premature at this point.

  “So it’s a specific type of sugar baby,” she says.

  “Yes,” I nod. “I’m looking for a woman who likes roleplaying as a little girl. We’re not going to be completely off the reservation, but I would like you to do little girl things.”

  She stares at me again, her blue eyes impossible to read.

  “Such as?”

  I nod.

  “Such as dressing appropriately. I like my girls to wear baby doll dresses, preferably decorated with ribbons, lace and flowers. I like bobby socks and patent Mary Janes, and I like pigtails too. Your hair would look stunning in pigtails, Katie.”

  I swallow hard again. I haven’t had pigtails since I was five, so this is definitely difficult to believe.

  “What else?” I ask.

  He shrugs like it’s no big deal.

  “I like my girls to do little girl activities, like playing board games, building gingerbread houses, and maybe even a bit of arts and crafts. I like coloring and keep a huge stash of coloring books and crayons.”

  Okay, this is really weird, but at the same time, I haven’t heard anything that would be a dealbreaker. It’s strange, but it’s not criminal, nor is it scary. It’s just doing the things that I used to do when I was five years old.

  “And what else?” I ask slowly.

  “There isn’t much else,” Xavier replies. “Oh wait, there is. I like to explore my little girls.”

  “Explore?” I echo.

  “I like to get to know my little girls in bed, Katie. Do you think you could handle that?”

  My eyes take in that handsome form, sitting carelessly on the sofa. My gaze trails down and I gasp because suddenly, I see something that I hadn’t noticed before. Xavier Carlton is very aroused, and his bulge is absolutely enormous. He’s so enormous, in fact, that the snake wraps around his waist with need. The billionaire wants me, and to my shock, I want to give it to him.

  40

  Katie

  “So how will this work?” I ask. “If I agree, I mean.”

  He nods his head as if he’s pleased.

  “Very good question. Well, I think we can settle on a situation that works for us both. For example, you can continue to work as a home health aide during the day, and come and work for me at night. As I mentioned, I’m also more than happy to provide a stipend so that you’re able to leave that job if you like. It’s your choice.”

  “And?” I ask. “That can’t be all of your requirements, Mr. Carlton.”

  He nods again, his enormous form absolutely still even as the air crackles with electricity between us.

  “You’re right, because I’d like you to come over every day for a bit of roleplay,” he says simply. “I’m a man with needs, and I enjoy taking care of my little girl. How can I make sure she’s okay if I don’t see her every day? As a result, I’d like you to make yourself available for a few hours each evening. You could eat dinner here, and then we’d begin our fun after that.”

  I nod.

  “And how much would the stipend be? How long would this last?”

  I’m pretending to be a harsh negotiator, but Xavier shrugs like it’s no big deal.

  “For as long as we both feel comfortable. I think you’ll really enjoy the arrangement, in fact. Most women do. My past little girls have begged to stay sometimes.”

  I bite my lip and shake my head.

  “No, that’s too uncertain. We need to put a deadline on this.”

  He nods thoughtfully while steepling his fingers. Of course, Xavier Carlton looks like he’s totally in control of his emotions, but I know better because of the huge tent at his crotch. He wants something from me desperately, and is willing to offer quite a bit to get it.

  “How about ten thousand a month?” he says. “For three months? Would that cover your salary as a home health aide?”

  Clearly, Xavier has never used a home health aide before because that’s three times what I currently make. But I force myself to look him straight in the eye.

  “Make it twenty thousand per month for two months, and you have yourself a deal.”

  He throws his head back in another dazzling display of male beauty, and suddenly, I know I’ve been caught. Twenty thousand a month is probably nothing to a man like this. But he catches me off guard then.

  “Sure, baby girl. But there’s one more thing.”

  I eye him warily.

  “What is it?”

  He grins like a wolf stalking its prey.

  “You start tonight. Are you ready, Katie? Because frankly, I can’t wait any longer.”

  With that, my new life unfolds as my heart rate accelerates and I become the plaything of Xavier Carlton.

  41

  Xavier

  She’s so lush that I’ve been having trouble controlling my bodily reactions. Katie is just so beautiful, and even though she’s not dressed up like a little girl, I still find myself insanely attracted to her womanly heat.

  “We’re going to start tonight?” she asks in a semi-choked voice.

  “Tonight,” I say firmly. “Or the deal’s off.”

  I half-expect the beautiful blonde to argue with me a bit because she’s shown herself to be a good negotiator. But to my surprise, Katie nods and takes a deep breath.

  “Then we have a deal. Are we going to sign
a contract?”

  I shrug.

  “No need. I’ll write you a check right now for the full amount if you like, but some things I don’t like to put on paper. You’re just going to have to trust me on this one, for obvious reasons.”

  After all, I don’t really want our agreement memorialized because it’s strange. No one needs to know that a powerful CEO engages in naughty play the way I do. I half-expect Katie to protest again, but again, she nods.

  “Yes, I understand,” she says in a dulcet voice. “This is the kind of thing that you don’t want written down. For you, or for me.”

  I pause for a moment. This woman is truly intelligent because she knows how to protect herself as well, and I respect her for that. But before I can speak, she takes the reins.

  “So how do we start?” she asks in a low voice. “I’m at your disposal, Mr. Carlton.”

  I laugh again, although the bulge at my crotch is now so painful that it’s screaming for relief.

  “Well, sweetheart, why don’t I show you to your bedroom? Come along,” I say, gently taking her hand. She gets up, wearing those ridiculously high heels, and I love the fact that she leans into me just a bit for balance. Then I lead her down a long hallway to a door that’s shut at the very end.

  “Here it is,” I say, opening it. It’s a girl’s bedroom, done up with white wicker furniture, a unicorn comforter, and pink drapes. There’s a dollhouse in the corner, along with a large rug in the shape of a cloud on the floor. “This is your room while you’re here. I think you’ll find it entertaining and comfortable. Why don’t you go ahead and get changed into something nice, honey? There are a couple dresses in the closet that I think will fit you well.”