I don't know why but Frankie was drunk. He probably got into my liquor cabinet. It was amusing watching him though.

"Don't you think I'm so pretty?" Frank asked.

He sat on my desk, lifting up the front of his dress.

"I think you're so pretty," Frankie slurred. "Don't you wanna touch me?"

"God, you're a slutty drunk," I muttered.

He giggled, putting his skirt back down.

"I'm playing hard to get," he said. "Y-you can't have me."

"Is that so?" I asked, not looking up from my file.

"Unless you want me," he said. "Do you want me, daddy? I want you."

"You're drunk," I stated.

"I-I'm not drunk," he denied.

Frank swayed softly as he sat on my desk.

"I'm your little princess," he said. "Y-you gotta give the princess whatever he wants."

"Sounds like the little princess needs a nap," I said.

Frank shook his head quickly but then held his arms out as though he were dizzy. I picked him up and Frank giggled, kissing my neck.

"A-are we gonna be naughty?" He asked. "I wanna do naughty things, daddy."

"You're drunk, you need some rest," I said.

I set him down on his bed and he scrambled to get his dress off, getting tangled along the way. I helped him out and he giggled. Frank crawled on the bed, ass up in the air and head down on the pillows.

"D-don't you...don't you want me?" He asked.

Frank pushed his panties down around his thighs, swaying his hips. He stopped and I stepped closer, seeing he had passed out. I sighed quietly, fixing his panties back into his place as I tucked him into bed.

I laid on his chair, sitting on my laptop as I waited for him to wake up. It wasn't until nearly eleven at night that he woke up. He let out a quiet whine, burying his face into the pillow. I chuckled softly, shaking my head as I scrolled through my email. I smiled when he sat up, his hair sticking up in some spots from sleeping.

"Hi, sleeping beauty," I said.

Frank shushed me, covering his ears. I smiled, going over to wrap my arms around him. I picked him up, carrying him downstairs to where Jamia had made dinner earlier while Frank was sleeping.

"You need to get some food in your tummy, Princess," I said.

Frank ate slowly until half of his plate was gone.

"I don't want anymore, I'm too full," I mumbled.

"Alright, I think I should just give you a bath before you head back to bed," I said. "You should be feeling better in the morning."

I gave him some medicine carrying him upstairs to the bathroom in his bedroom. I ran a hot bath for him, watching Frank whine quietly as he laid in the corner with his head on a towel.

"Come here, Princess," I whispered.

Frank sniffled and crawled over to me. I undressed him and helped him into the tub. Frank sank down so the water went just under his eyes. I chuckled softly as he blew bubbles. He came back up when he needed to breath but kept it so the water went just under his chin.

"Come on, we need to get you cleaned up," I said.

"Can't I just sit here and relax?" Frank asked.

I grabbed some shampoo and a cup, pouring water over his head as he pouted. He stayed low in the tub with the same pout on his face as I scrubbed his hair with shampoo. I smiled softly as I watched him run his hands over the surface of the water.

"Lean your head back so I can rinse you off," I said.

Frank sat up, hugging his knees to his chest as he tipped his head back. I grabbed the cup, rinsing off his hair slowly. Frank looked up at me, his beautiful green eyes shining. I loved the way he looked now under the dim lights. His pale skin and big eyes making him look so innocent and beautiful.

"Daddy?" Frank asked quietly.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Will I always be your little princess?" He asked.

"Yes, you will always be my little princess," I said, kissing his wet cheek.

Frank smiled softly, swirling his finger in the water to make a little whirlpool. I grabbed a towel and he stood up so I could wrap it around him. I sat him down in the vanity chair and grabbed the hairdryer. I dried his hair, running my fingers through it until it was dry and fluffy. Frank smiled, looking at me in the mirror.

"Daddy, when are you gonna go to the casino again?" He asked.

"Tomorrow," I stated.

"Can I pretty please go with you?" he begged. "I promise that I'll be a good boy."

I sighed quietly. "It's dangerous, Frankie. I'm meeting Billie there."

Frank looked at me, his bottom lip jutting out as he gave me puppy dog eyes.

"Fuck," I muttered. "Fine, you can go, Frankie. But if you aren't good and don't do as I say then you're going to be in big trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" He asked, his voice wavering with nerves.

"No stuffies for two days," I said.

Frank let out a cry as he shook his head.

"Then you have to be good, okay?" I asked and he nodded. "Alright, we should get you to bed now. You're going to need energy because we're going to be out late tomorrow. You need a nice long rest in your big princess bed."

Frank nodded and I opened his closet, looking through his pajamas. I put a pair of panties on him but he refused to put the onesie on when I struggle to get him into it.

"What do you want to wear then?" I asked.

Frank whimpered, gently tugging on my shirt. I smiled softly and tossed my tie aside. I unbuttoned my shirt, putting it on Frank instead. I looked at him, my white button up going down passed his ass. Frank giggled quietly, smiling up at me.

"Alright, now it is officially time for bed, it is way past your bedtime," I said .

Frank yawned, nodding his head in agreement. I picked him up and walked back into his room to tuck him into bed. Frank smiled up at me as I tucked the blanket in and gave him Cleo and his paci.

"Night, Daddy," he said.

"Goodnight, Princess," I said. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Yes, Daddy, thank you," he said.

"No more drinking," I said, poking his nose as he giggled. "Goodnight, my beautiful princess."

Frank smiled and blushed. "I'm your beautiful princess."

I nodded, kissing his forehead. Frank giggled happily and I kissed his cheek once more before I put his paci in his mouth and turned off the lights before I walked out of the room. I went to my bedroom and took off my pants.

I went into the bathroom, turning on the shower. I pushed my boxers off and sighed as I looked in the mirror, running my hand through my white hair. Maybe I would need to dye it again soon but thankfully my roots weren't showing too bad, only a little bit.

I stepped inside the shower, running my hands through my hair to soak it. Most of my shower was spent just thinking, barely any of it doing actual showering. I just thought about Frank as I stood there, hot water running my body.

Frank was just so...special. He really was like my little princess and I never wanted him to leave. I had never planned anything like this to happen. I never really wanted someone so permanent in my life. I never really planned on dating someone, let alone getting married. Not that Frank and I are dating, because we're not. But he was someone more than just the prostitutes I've been hiring for years. He was more special than that.

But I realized that maybe Jamia was right when she said I had a type. Because all the prostitutes I've hired have seemed to be like Frank. All small and thin and innocent. Maybe I do just like little twinks, maybe Frank was just another one on the list of many.

I washed myself up before I stepped out, turning off the water. I dried myself off and dried my hair before I went out to the bedroom. I sighed when I saw Frank curled up in my bed, fast asleep with Cleo in his arms and his paci hanging out of his mouth.

I lifted up the blanket, laying down in bed with him. It seemed to stir Frank awake as his paci fell down onto the pillow and he turned around to snuggle up against me as I wrapped my arms around him.

"Daddy, do you always sleep naked?" He asked sleepily.

"Sometimes but not always," I said. "Why are you in my bed, Princess?"

"I just missed you is all," Frank mumbled. "I spent a whole ten minutes without you."

"That's a really long time, isn't it?" I asked with a chuckle.

Frank yawned and nodded, snuggling up against my chest.

"I love you," he mumbled.

I kissed the top of his head, rubbing his back until he fell asleep. I watched him, gently caressing his cheek. There was something so beautifully innocent and pure about him that intrigued me so much. Frank told me he loved me but...who's to say I love him back? All I knew was that I didn't want him leaving me, I didn't want him hurt or taken or anything like that.

I kiss his forehead, running my hands through his hair. He had a soft smile on his face as he slept, nuzzling against me. I smiled, holding him tight in my arms as I never wanted to let go because Frank wasn't just another boy on the list, he was my little princess.