Chapter 4With the early morning light filtering through the blinds, Angel stretched his arms and legs before rolling onto his side to look at Daddy. Still sleeping, his man lay flat on his back, his pillow on the floor where Daddy always threw it at some point during the night. Even asleep Kael Saunders looked strong and potent. Angel leaned up on one elbow to gaze at the man he idolized, the man who had taken him in and given his life meaning. Not only did he have a home and a Daddy to serve, but he now had an education and a future. Without Daddy, and with his mother’s lack of interest in him, he’d be living a meaningless and loveless life on the streets somewhere.
Angel ran his fingers over the smooth surface of the collar, warm from contact with his body, marveling at how comfortable
