All Chapters of Daddy's little agent: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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THE DECLARATION

“Caleb Doherty does NOT bottom!” Everyone choruses right before falling into fits of drunken laughter. Trying and failing to wipe the smug smile off my face, but it’s difficult. That line is utterly ridiculous in our line of work– well, this new line of work. But it is the line that bought me a ticket to train with the best strip club in the whole of Brighton Falls. The guys and I are still reeling in the shock that we got accepted into Devil’s Playground’s male entertainers. Well, training first, if we do pass the training after three months, we’ll officially be the Devil’s playthings.If you know anything about Brighton Falls, you don’t need me to tell you that Devil’s Playground is the literal power house of our beloved city. The pay is exorbitant, the respect even more, but what really seals the deal is the fact that I’ll finally– and I mean this with the weariness of a CIA agent who had to learn to do a split– kick start this mission.Anything for the job, right?“Honestly, ho

THE PLAYGROUND

I should not have drank so much last night. I’m not the only one who feels that way, Zachary and the guys have their heads hanging in their hands, Rhodes has thrown up twice in the last thirty minutes, and every time the strobing lights passed through my eyelids the urge to hurl something at the wall increases.Which is every second by the way. Since we’re at the Playground.None of us had bothered to read the part of our envelopes that asked us to be here bright and early this morning. I imagine the guys were all disoriented when we got the call and the not so subtle threat that we have replacements at the door, waiting for our opportunities. “We really shouldn’t have had that last round.” Lawrence whispers harshly, head bowed.His voice sounds like it’s booming in my ears even if he’s speaking in a register that’s barely audible. My hang over is worse.A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of last night. Most of it pleasured shivers. The hot hands on my legs… the deep grave

PRINCESS CALEB

Startled, I jump away from what I now know is a screen wall, not the harmless thing we all thought it was. But if I’m being honest with myself– that doesn’t happen often– I’d say those eyes were the reason I jumped back.And not just because they appeared so suddenly.That too.But it’s more the intensity of the eyes, the way they looked right at me, like they’d been watching me the entire time.Another shiver zips along my spine.Was that what I felt? Those green eyes watching me?I swallow, getting my breathing under control with my palm pressed against my chest. Feeling embarrassed all of a sudden, like the person on the other side was watching me have a mini freak out. I smoothen my shirt and straighten my posture before returning to the wall, putting my hands up, I see clearly now that I’m sure there’s something right there.There’s a large table, behind it a stiff chair, I can’t make out the colors of anything because the light in there is dim. And nothing else.Literally noth

HIS TRAINER

The bus nearly leaving without me this morning is a clear sign that I need to cut back on alcohol and throw tantrums in more constructive ways… like crocheting, or knitting, or even bringing my neighbors pie in an attempt to have human connection. Or at the very least, get laid.That must be it.Why else would I be dreaming up literal hot men kneading my flesh and making me needy? “You ready for the first day?” Lawrence asks, jostling me with his shoulders, a bright smile on his face. I groan.His smile is too bright, clearly not hung over and suffering. “Too much energy. No idea where you got it. Tone it down.”He laughs at me. The asshole.“Why did you drink so much anyway? You were the only one kicking back the shots.” Danny asks, wrinkling his nose like he was scared to catch alcoholism from me. I can’t tell them about my trainer ditching me on the first day, I don’t want them to look at me with down turned smiles and silently thank their lucky stars they didn’t end up with m

WORK AND PLEASURE

The nerve of this guy. The sheer nerve of this ridiculously hot guy. The only thing I’ve learned in the short time I’ve sweated like a pig in this office is that two truths can co exist. One; my trainer is a big, fat prick, and he is also the devil.Probably not the best analogy since I’m here to find The Devil.But how else do I describe a man who asked me to hold a squat for hours and then never once looks up to check if I somehow died while holding the squat? My toes died sometime after the first ten minutes, but I’ll be damned if I let him think he can jerk me around for his amusement.Grounding my teeth, i shake my head, clearing the fog that’s threatening to pull me under as I glare at him. My finger tips are beginning to numb and there’s nothing I can do about it besides shaking them out.My body begins to vibrate and my fucking trainer still doesn’t look up.A slew of cuss words leave my lips as I collapse to the ground in a sweaty heap. “Time out. I call time out.” I pant li

THE MISMATCH

“No.”He looks up sharply, surprise flickering through his green eyes– if I want to win this thing, whatever it is, I have to stop noticing his eyes.But it’s right there..I square my shoulders, crossing my hands on my chest, whoever he thought I was, I’m not him. Going to school and training to be an agent was one of the most hellish experiences of my life. I didn’t go through all of that for a moody trainer to tell me to get out.“What?”The surprise I saw earlier has easily given way to something dangerous, barely contained. That should be my sign to pull back, take my words back, but I’ll be damned if let him treat me as he pleases."I usually also don’t repeat myself, but I’ll make an exception. Pay close attention.” The rage in his eyes starts to spill over, and if I had any sense in my head, I’d shut up, but honestly if I had any sense, I wouldn’t have kissed Perry Mathews back in high school, he wasn’t out and I swear he had been flirting with me for weeks– he said he was

HIS REWARD

My shoes squeak loudly on the polished floors as I make my way back to room four. Lawrence spins, confused as I hurry past him. He calls out my name but my head is jamming with the new information I’d received. Lawrence’s trainer didn’t call his name, but he didn’t have to, he was talking about my trainer.He chose me for some reason.The door I had slammed shut in my hurry to leave earlier, is still shut, it gives when I push it open, and I step into the room, expecting the heat, only to meet it cold and empty.A frown settles between my brows, head swinging around. But my trainer isn’t in his seat, the office is empty. The smell of him is everywhere though, like his scent had soaked through the walls, and the leather. I turn back to the hallway, Lawrence is right there watching me with confusion shining in his eyes."What’s going on? Leslie said you left without a word.”“My trainer, did you see him?” I ignore his question, eyes roaming the long hallway for his dark hair and wide s

MY ATTACKER

Leslie’s words crawl up my spine, forcing me to swing my head both ways as I walked to the “bathroom”. Then I shake my head, clearing those thoughts away. Leslie was drunk, he had no idea what he was talking about.There’s no way Remy was always watching me, that is simply just impossible. He never even watched me when I was right in front of him, he wouldn’t give a shit if I wasn’t.I had discreetly watered down most of my shots from earlier for the mission, but it’s strong enough to make my steps a bit wobbly. But it has to be now or never, my friends are getting very plastered, some of them making their way to the dance floor. They would never notice that I disappeared.There are people everywhere but the crowd up here is thinner. The Playground is the only club that uses different class levels for the floors. To really drive home the point, the floors are accessed with bracelets. I press Leslie’s club bracelet I managed to swipe from him across the door leading me to the higher

THE HEAT BETWEEN US

I realize how that statement might have come out, please he’s so close the heat emanating from him is suffocating. It loosens my tongue and the words just tumble out of me,“I asked the guys, and they all said they had done some sort of dancing down. I haven’t.” my head swings around nervously, praying he hasn’t spotted the door that I’d left slightly ajar.Sweat is pouring from my back in buckets when he doesn’t say anything. The heat is just rolling off him in waves, eyes holding malice as they lock me in place.“Maybe I need extra lessons, to catch up with them and stuff.” I say when he won’t say anything, just staring down at me with those eyes.I squirm under his stare, and what the fuck is that?! I don’t squirm, I’m an officer of the law. Sure the ink is barely dried on my badge, but it’s a badge. Squaring my shoulders, I try to hold eye contact with him, only to end up ducking away last second.“There are no classes tomorrow.” I say suddenly, as quick as the realization hit, gr

DANGEROUS MAN

He does not own me.That, hot motherfucker does NOT own me. I wish my tongue hadn’t chosen that exact moment to stop working, because he does not own ME. I could have told him that, looked smug while saying it too.Leslie and my friends bombarded me with question about where I had been, I had winced because I didn’t expect to use up so much time, and with the nervous energy burning through me, almost shooting out of my finger tips.I couldn’t even blame the booze, it was as if that evaporated out of me during the whole thing with him. My movements were jerky, but I was clear eyed. So I wouldn’t think about the reason for that, I threw back some more shots.At least when drunk out of my mind, I don’t have to question why my dick was so hard.Zach helped me home, both of us stumbling, tripping over both our feet, giggling as we went.The second I was alone in my room, I shredded off my clothes, palming my phone. I almost got caught tonight, but I did it, I have a piece of The Playgroun

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