O L L I E

I can't help but be delighted and excited about today. Finally! Stefan and I can go out and shop. A lot of things happened recently and we owe it to ourselves to have some fun and go out for our long-awaited date. I am wearing simple silk, cream shirt paired with skinny jeans showing off my bubble butt and shapely legs.

It took about half an hour of convincing my silly daddy not to remove my clothes...a promise of all-night-long lovemaking in the line if he behaves himself. He actually did, a subtle smirk on his face. Should I actually watch my words from now on? I feel like my heart and mouth are betraying me.

But it doesn't matter. I love everything he does to me.

I brushed my waves and thankfully, I'm not having a bad hair day. I picked up the rose-gold pin encrusted with beautiful crystals to subdue my wayward bangs. It's a beautiful gift from Devon, a belated moving-in present, while Trevor gave me a gold bangle that was specially chosen by Jesse, his fiancé.

When I voiced out that I want to meet Jesse to thank him personally, Trevor's face lit up and immediately called his beloved. I can't wait to meet Jesse! I put on a red lip gloss and some mascara, and I'm done. I stood up from the vanity mirror and coincidentally, Stefan has finished getting ready.

My handsome daddy is donning a black polo shirt, showing off his sinewy muscles partnered with fitted, dark jeans, flaunting his strong thighs.

I walked towards Stefan, a wide smile plastered on his face, and when he saw my outfit, his eyes darkened for a moment and I heard a choked groan that almost made its way out of his lips. His large hands slid around my waist as he pulled me closer.

"Baby, you look so gorgeous. Do we really have to go out? Can we just shop online and snuggle in the bed? I'd rather have you flushed against me than restrain myself from touching you outside," my sweet daddy whined and buried his face on my curls, while I playfully slapped his arm.

"Silly daddy. You know we can't. This is our first date, and I want us to have some fun," I was able to answer, despite my blushing face. Stefan is being so extra sweet that I almost agreed with the idea...having tucked inside his strong embrace is one of our best ways to spend time together.

Stefan pulled away from my hair and when our eyes met, his eyes filled with excitement and happiness melted my heart. "First date. That's right, baby. It's our first date. I'll let Trevor make some additional arrangements," he answered cheerfully and dialed Trevor's number.

The giddiness I felt from Stefan's animated and excited reaction for our first date, the butterflies fluttering in my stomach, and how my heart raced so fast I have to relax if I don't want to lose any more oxygen; everything is going so great I hope nothing will disrupt our happy bubble.

After making sure that we got everything prepared, Devon drove us off to the mall while Trevor went ahead to arrange the dinner date Stefan prepared for us. I leaned onto Stefan's chest, my arm on top of his torso, while he tightened his arms around me, giving me soft kisses on my hair and forehead that just makes me giggle.

My sweet, lovable daddy.

*******

9:10 am

Chris Alexandrei's Mall

We entered a private parking area and Stefan helped me climbed down the car, his hands clasped around mine, an air of protectiveness emanating from his stride and posture. I was actually expecting a lot of people inside, feeling a bit of hesitation and fear that I'll stumble with one of my aunt's goons, only to be welcomed by the staff and of course, Trevor.

A tall man approached us; a professional smile plastered on his face. "Good day, Mr. Alexandrei, Mr. Pines. Everything is properly arranged according to your orders. May you have a pleasant day. Our staff will be at your disposal," he politely said and I turned to look up at Stefan, holding a very confused expression, and his knowing smile made me arch my brows, as I folded my arms over my chest.

"I just want you comfortable, my love. This mall is actually owned by one of my brothers, and I asked a favor if I could have it closed for today so we can shop at peace," he explained and tucked some strands of my hair behind my ears.

I had to bite my lip or I would be bawling here in front of these people. It's just that... what Stefan did for me moved me so much, I did not expect someone would do this kind of thing for me. I mean, can you think of someone who will actually have a huge and famous mall closed down just to ensure your comfort?

For me, only Stefan will do it. Only Stefan would go to the trouble of reserving the entire mall for us. God, please let me love this man for as long as you let me. "You are worth it, Ollie. Always," he answered my thoughts and I closed my eyes when he gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead.

I buried my fingers on the hem of my shirt to stop myself from jumping him. I can express how grateful I am later.

"Now, should we enjoy ourselves?" I cheerfully nodded and hugged Stef around his waist, his arm on my shoulder possessively.

The first stop was a boutique. I let daddy pick my clothes for me...and it's not because I don't have a fashion sense. Definitely not. Ha-ha. I noticed that what Stefan picked were mostly silk and cotton shirts, making sure that it won't irritate my skin. I had to give my thoughtful daddy a kiss for that. Stefan kissed me back with passion that I have to pinch his side to make him stop, earning me a very sulky daddy.

I had to use my charms to get him back in the mood. My silly daddy. For my bottoms, Stefan picked skin-tight pants and shorts, and I actually like it. Especially how Stef was on the verge of eating me when I bent down to test the quality of the aforementioned barely-there shorts. I bit my lower lip to keep my giggles and had the nerve to throw him a wink. When he released a low growl and threw me a dark gaze, I knew I had to stop the teasing.

The next shop we stopped at was a lingerie store. I think my face nearly exploded when daddy pulled me in and describe which underwear suits me. Thankfully, the staff were at a distance but their giggles made their way to my ears I had to hide in Stef's neck out of embarrassment.

Stefan bought me a few thongs, some jockstraps, several silk panties, a few nightgowns, and some fishnet stockings. I think Stefan's kinky side is being exposed. When I told him about it, he gave me a smirk and lifted my chin with his index finger.

"Oh, baby. Don't you know? I have an Ollie kink," he casually said and gave my frozen expression a kiss on the lips, then went towards the counter to pay for the bill. According to him, he doesn't want to take advantage of his brother's kindness. And I love him more because of that.

As for our shopping bags, Devon assigned a staff to take care of our stuff. We were strolling around when I noticed a very familiar establishment. I squealed when I saw a gelato store and I did not notice that I was dragging Stefan with me. I'm aware that he lets me pull him...duh. My arms don't have the strength to do that. Stefan and his ripped body.

"Baby, slow down. I can't have you tripping over yourself," he gently reminded me so I slowed down and let Stefan guide us. He patted my head and praised me for being a good boy. I felt incredibly happy for the praise and tiptoed to kiss him on the cheeks, surprising him for a second, before a large smile crossed his face.

I wasn't able to stop the squeals and giggles when Stefan cupped my face and rained down tiny kisses all over. Ah, such a wonderful day. We sat on the private corner of the shop. I chose mascarpone, mango, and blueberry-flavored gelato while Stefan stuck with vanilla and chocolate.

Stefan insisted that I should sit on his lap, so I did. Throughout our snack, we fed each other, but I don't remember how we got to the point where the atmosphere increased ten degrees higher, our exchanges heated, until the clearing of the throat from one of the staff stopped us from devouring each other publicly.

Well, more than what we already did. We then went to see a movie in a private cinema, but daddy's exploring hands made me forget what the movie was about. I can't even recall what the title was. All I know was that the staff were blushing furiously, trying so hard not to steal a peek at us.

Driven by curiosity, I excused for a minute and went to the comfort room, then went burning red to the tips of my hair when I finally saw myself in the mirror.

My hair was a bit ruffled from the way Stef grabbed my curls as he kissed me passionately, my shirt was three buttons open, showing my fair skin marked by numerous new hickeys and love bites from last night. Damn, even my expression was like someone who just got fucked thoroughly: swollen lips, red cheeks, and dazed look.

I heard the door creaked and threw a sharp glare at Stefan who was busy stripping me with his eyes. "Daddy! You promised to behave," I whined as I fixed my shirt and hair, a prominent pout on my lips.

Stefan chuckled and approached me. He slipped his arms around my shoulders while I leaned into his chest, still pouting. He rested his chin on top of my head and smiled apologetically, staring at me through the mirror. "But baby...I can't control myself when I'm with you. I have to have you in any way possible," he mumbled in a low voice, his other hand went to my hips and pushed me against him, the hard proof of his arousal poking me.

I gasped and the heated look Stefan gave me at the mirror made me bite my lip, trying to stifle the moans that want to come out, the electric sensation and the warmth of his body despite the barriers covering our skin were making my insides crazy, but this is our first date. I want it to go well.

Being the way he was, Stefan was able to read my mind. He smiled warmly and kissed the side of my head before giving me a bone-crushing hug. "Daddy?"

"Let's continue our date? Shall we, baby?" I nodded vigorously and hold onto him as we made our way to the arcade, the excitement and anticipation of limitless fun got me bouncing on my steps, humming cheerfully, until I don't.

I stopped abruptly, making Stefan look at me, while I stayed frozen, my eyes fixed on that one man who made my life a living hell in these past three months: my aunt's greedy, money-hungry, and homophobic son.

In an instant, the fear, the anxiety, the terrors... it came to me all at once as my body shook like a leaf, my legs threatening to give out. I wanted to scream but it feels like someone was strangling me, rendering me incapable of speaking and asking for help. It feels as if there was a tight grip around my neck.

I tried to open my mouth but still, not a sound was vocalized. I can hear Stefan calling me, asking me what's wrong... but he seems so far away... so out of reach. The sounds and everything around me turned distorted and blurry.

When our eyes met, the deplorable cousin of mine --I wish he wasn't related to me-- tugged his lips for a creepy smile as he sized me up like his last meal. A shiver ran through my spine as I stepped backward, the terrifying memories flashing through my mind as my breathing becomes heavier, coming out as shallow gasps when I thought he would come at me and spout bitter and spiteful words that he always says to me secretly, even when my parents were still alive, threatening to ruin me and my parents if I so much as report his harassments.

Every family reunion, business parties, and event that we held, he was always there to degrade and make me feel how worthless I am. No matter how my parents tried to keep him out of my space and told my aunt about it, she never believed me. Their perfect, nice, and polite son won't be able to do such horrifying things and I'm just doing it for attention.

The sneers and disgusted looks their family threw at me only added to my helplessness. No matter if you're family, not all of them will be able to accept you. I'm just so blessed that my parents loved me unconditionally, and now I have Stefan.

"--llie. Oliver!" I snapped my head up and glance at Stefan, his worried expression and his frantic gaze trained on me as he checked every single part of my body, but there is something I need to confirm first.

I turned my head to where I saw Bryce, but he was gone. My hand went to my chest and I did my breathing exercises, steadying my breathing, the need to escape this place and back to our home was so strong. Then I turn my attention back at Stefan.

"Baby boy? What's wrong? Should we go home? Hmm?" He asked concerningly, rubbing my arms soothingly and brushing my hair while massaging my scalp. The trembles stopped but I felt very weak. I'm not sure if I want to continue our date, but I want my daddy to be happy.

I mustered a small smile and squeezed Stean's hand that was holding me so tight, afraid that I might disappear. "I don't feel so good, Daddy. I want to go home, but our date..." I hesitantly voiced out. I chose to be honest because I don't want to lie to him. If there's someone who can help me with Bryce, it's Stefan. I have to be honest all about it.

"Baby, we can have more dates in the future, okay? Don't worry about it," he assured me as he gathered me into his arms, his warm embrace the only comfort I need to make it all better. "What do you want to do, my love?" His voice ever so gentle as he delivers the question, his hand brushing my hair in a soothing motion as I wrapped my hands around his waist.

I buried my face in his chest and reveled in the most wonderful scent I have ever smelled. "Go...home. Pwease, daddy?" The need to feel and become little is slowly being attractive to me. It has been a few weeks since I went full little, and it was only for a few minutes.

Stefan is the reason why I can control myself, the reason why I don't hate being a big boy because he dotes on me all the same, no matter if I'm big or little, and I want to be little right now. I want to be doted and cared for endlessly. I need all the comfort only my daddy can provide.

My kind daddy didn't need to be told twice as he picked me up and rested my head on his shoulders, my arms automatically wrapped around his neck. "Rest, my baby. Daddy will be here to take care of you, alright? Daddy will protect you and he will never leave you," he promised and I nodded, as I let sleep take me away, the emotional rollercoaster rendered my body in a weak state, exhausted and overwhelmed from the sudden onslaught of negative emotions.

****

4:30 pm

Stefan's Manor

S T E F A N

With my fists clenched tightly, I gritted my teeth. The rage has been slowly building inside of me and I feel like I'm about to snap. I am now in my private office, while Oliver was in my built-in room here, resting from what seemed to be an emotionally stressful situation, the whole story unknown as I let my baby take his time to regain his energy.

"How the fuck did this fucker got in, Chris?! I thought the mall was closed for us? I told you the reason why we need to, didn't I?" I can't help but turn my anger at my brother on the computer monitor, my whole family seeming to invite themselves in on our video call.

Right after my baby drifted to sleep, I ordered Trevor to retrieve the footage, every single one of it, the fear and worry invading my body as Oliver stayed frozen while trembling, close to hyperventilating, his eyes full of horror and panic. I had both of my friends review the tapes and when I saw the man who scared my baby to death, I almost exploded.

I was so livid Devon had to do something to talk me out of it, explaining the need to approach the situation rationally to devise a sound plan. That was the reason why I patiently called my brother, still pissed about the fact that despite closing down the entire mall for us, someone was still able to slip in.

That someone was undoubtedly one of those who terrorized my baby.

A horrifying image flashed in my mind: Oliver being scared and experiencing a severe episode of panic attack defenseless was making me boil in anger. Every fiber of my was being set on taking down every single threat that caused my baby any kind of distress and pain.

"Stefan, let me explain," Chris calmly approached me, my sharp glares directed at him as I try to relax myself, looking at the opened door where my baby is sleeping, and in a flash, a sense of calm washed over me.

I sighed and leaned against my chair as I nodded. "That better be a good explanation, Chris because I don't know what I would do to that fucker if he dared to scare Ollie again."

"Stef, calm yourself, son. We promise to help you with this situation. It also hurts my heart knowing that such a sweet, young boy endured such agonizing things right after his parents died," my mother, Anna, assured me, giving me a soft smile.

My father nodded and his arms went to my mother's shoulders. "Your mom's right, son. I never imagined that such tragedy would fall to the young Oliver. If you didn't tell me about him, I wouldn't know that Izen and Mara already left this world. It was such a wrong move on my part to trust Mara's sister," my father, Lucas, regretfully added while shaking his head.

It also surprised me that dad didn't know that his close friends met an accident, considering that it was a recent event. The house was in chaos when I delivered the news.

It would seem that Oliver's aunt sent false reports to my father about the whole situation. Dad also shared the hunch with me when I vocalized that someone in the company is working with Oliver's conniving aunt. Dad was just so angry and is now taking legal actions to thoroughly investigate the situation.

I also told him about what happened to Oliver after his parents died and my father was so livid, I had to call him the next day to continue our conversation. Letting him cool his head off proved to be a good idea. It just goes to show how close they were to Ollie's parents, and how much my father adored my baby.

I'm sure that Oliver would be thrilled and would burst into tears if he knew that a lot of people care for him, that he is not alone and will never be from now on.

A knock on the door snapped me from my thoughts, a very concerned Devon entering followed by Trevor sporting a hard expression. I got up from my seat, and squared my shoulders, trying to prepare myself for what they are about to reveal.

"We finally identified the man. It's Bryce Peterson, Oliver's cousin. We theorize that he has something to do with the threats and the reason why Oliver almost got into an accident."

"Accident?" I saw red as I turned livid, the images of endless torture on the man who terrorized my baby will soon come to fruition.

I won't show mercy, relative or not. They should prepare for the consequences of hurting my baby. "Find him. Leave no stones unturned. He won't get away with this," I ordered in my coldest tone, my voice dripping with danger and madness. I also ended the call with my family.

I don't need further interruptions for now. If they want to help, they can. And I know they will. "D-daddy? D-daddy?" I heard a trembling voice calling me so I rushed towards the room and my heart stopped when I found my baby crouching against the headboard, hugging his knees and silently crying, a bit of panic in his gaze as he scanned the unfamiliar surroundings.