Book Title: Textual Confusion
Author and Publisher: Fifer Rose
Release Date: October 24, 2024
Pairing: MM
Tense/POV: limited third person (unreliable narrator), past tense
Genres: Contemporary MM romance
Tropes: accidental sugar baby, mistaken identity, billionaire
Themes: drama, younger/older man, class difference, self-esteem issues, past abusive relationships
Heat Rating: 4.5 flames
Length: 124 000 words
It is a standalone story with no cliffhanger. Happily-ever-after guaranteed.
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Impersonating the sugar baby of the richest, meanest CEO in the city? Not Asher’s brightest ever idea.
Falling in love with him? Frickin’ catastrophic.
Blurb
I need you tomorrow.
Same time and place as last week.
Who dis?
Did I f*ck you stupid last time? You know.
Between barely scraping by financially and dealing with a stalker ex-boyfriend, Asher’s life was already problematic enough before randomly receiving a string of texts from an unknown number in the middle night.
He should have just done what a normal person would do and ignore them.
But since when had Asher ever been normal? Besides, based on the not-quite-nudes the guy sent, he was clearly hot.
Against his better judgment, Asher responds – which doesn’t take long to devolve into depraved sexting.
He wasn’t expecting the man to Venmo him an eye-popping amount of cash for his trouble. (Not that he ever got the money. The guy didn’t know who he was – or that he was even another man, for that matter.)
That should have been the end of it. Except they keep texting. And, like the utter moron he is, it doesn’t take long for Asher to catch feelings.
Honestly, he ought to know better than to fall for rich assholes by now.
(Otherwise known as how Asher Kodet, twenty-three-year-old baker extraordinaire, becomes the accidental sugar baby of Markus Kingston, richest, meanest – but actually the frickin’ sweetest – billionaire CEO in all of Seattle.)
“Fine,” Asher spat, knowing full well what he was about to say was probably a mistake, but unable to stop himself. “If you don’t want to fuck me, just say so. Let me go, so I can find someone else to do the job-”
Asher didn’t even get the chance to finish his sentence before Markus was legitimately snarling in his face. “No one touches you but me.”
Asher wasn’t deterred. “Then I guess I’ll just have to find a toy to fuck myself on-”
“You think a piece of silicone can satisfy that needy hole of yours?” Markus spat. “Nothing and no one can fill you up like I can. Not even you.”
“Then fucking prove it,” Asher demanded. His cock was almost unbearably hard at this point, and he couldn’t resist the urge to shamelessly grind his erection against Markus’s knee.
“You think you deserve to have my cock in you after acting like such a brat? Sassing me, and talking about letting some other piece of shit asshole touch you?”
Asher whimpered when Markus gripped his waist, stopping him from rutting against his leg and creating any more of that delicious friction. “I’m sorry, okay? Just-”
“Just what?” Markus snapped. “Reward your bratty behavior, and give you exactly what you want by fucking you stupid? I don’t think so.”
Asher whined in distress. He could feel Markus’s stiff cock pressed against his belly. It felt as achingly hard as his own; Asher could practically feel it pulsating through the man’s boxers. So close to where he wanted it. “But you want it too,” he pointed out.
“What I want is a good boy who treats his Daddy with respect. One who uses his words and asks nicely when he needs to be fucked stupid instead of acting like a brat and trying to manipulate me.”
Part of Asher wanted to pout, but all of him wanted exactly what Markus was accusing him of: to be fucked dumb. So he did precisely as the man asked and begged. “Please, pretty please, will you fuck me?”
Markus’s jaw clenched, and Asher thought for sure he had him when-
“No. I don’t think you’re sorry enough yet.”
Asher was literally on the verge of crying in frustration when an idea popped into his head. “Then let me prove how sorry I am.”
“And how do you plan on doing that?”
“Let me up,” Asher said. “Please,” he hastily added at Markus’s unimpressed glower. “I want to show you.”
Markus seemed skeptical, but after a moment, he released Asher and sat up on the bed. Asher immediately sprang up, scurrying to the floor, where he promptly dropped to his knees. He looked up at Markus expectantly under his eyelashes.
“What are you doing?” the man asked, but the intense look in his eyes and gravel in his voice told Asher he already knew the answer.
“I’m sorry for acting like such a brat, Daddy. Can I pretty please made it up to you by sucking your cock?”
The gruff “fuck” that escaped Markus’s mouth sent a shiver shooting down Asher spine. “You want to show Daddy how good you can be?”
Ashe nodded eagerly.
“Then open your mouth.”
Asher didn’t need to be told twice. He readily parted his lips, waiting impatiently for Markus to pull down his boxers and feed him his cock.
But he didn’t.
Instead, Markus bent down, grasped Asher by the back of his neck, and spat directly into his mouth.
Fifer Rose is a happily married mother of four human children and two very spoiled cats.
When she is not wiping snotty noses or being bullied into feeding her cats (again?!), she can be found obsessing over M/M romance. She loves all the tropes, some of her favorite being enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, sugar daddy, and mistaken identity. She also has a penchant for A/B/O dynamics.
While Fifer is a sucker for angst, a happily-ever-after is a MUST in all she reads and writes.
Unrelated hobbies include baking, attempting to golf (for her husband’s sake), and daydreaming about traveling. (No actual traveling because did you see the part about four kids?)
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