Payroll Daddy

MM Boss/Daddy Romance
by Jace Wilder

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Pairing: MM

Heat: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ Inferno

Tropes: Boss/Employee · Age Gap · Daddy Kink · Sugar Daddy · Office Romance · Praise Kink · Power Exchange · Secret Relationship · Class Difference · Touch Starved · D/s Dynamic

He signs the checks — and the safe word.

Theo Reyes is broke, drowning in $63,000 of medical debt, and three energy drinks deep into a temp job he took for the health insurance. His plan: survive ninety days in corporate accounting, collect a paycheck, get out alive. His problem: the CFO.

Marcus Hale is forty-five, immaculate, and terrifying. He runs the company’s finances like a Swiss watch, hasn’t smiled in a decade, and has a reputation that makes VPs stammer. He also has a secret: a discreet sugar-daddy profile offering “financial stability, structure, and genuine care” to the right younger man.

When Theo stumbles across the profile — recognizes the watch, the hands, the jaw — he doesn’t get fired. He gets an offer. Clear rules. Financial support. A dynamic where Marcus leads and Theo follows. On paper, it’s a transaction. In practice, it’s the most dangerous thing either of them has ever done.

Because Marcus doesn’t do feelings. He does frameworks. And Theo doesn’t do structure. He does chaos. And somewhere between the spreadsheets and the safe words, the arrangement stops being an arrangement — and starts being the thing neither of them planned for: love.

You’ll love this book if you enjoy:

✅ Boss/employee with real power dynamics and negotiated consent
✅ Silver fox CFO x broke, brilliant disaster temp
✅ Daddy kink that develops naturally from the arrangement
✅ Praise, edging, bondage, and emotional devastation (🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ — graphic, explicit, emotional)
✅ A hero who pays off your debt and then takes you apart on a kitchen counter
✅ Found family, a mom who threatens with a chancla, and a dog named Debit
✅ HEA guaranteed

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⚠️ Content Warning: This novel contains explicit sexual content (graphic MM scenes including daddy kink, spanking, bondage, edging, and orgasm control), strong language, financial distress, and references to a parent’s cancer treatment. Intended for readers 18+.

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Chapter One: Orientation and Other Nightmares

The universe had a sense of humor, and Theo Reyes was the punchline.

He knew this because he was standing outside the lobby of Hale-Whitaker Technologies at 9:12 AM on a Monday—twelve minutes late to his first day—wearing a shirt with a coffee stain shaped like Florida on the left breast, holding a gas-station cup of something that called itself a cappuccino, and watching his own panicked reflection in thirty feet of glass that probably cost more than his car.

His phone had died overnight. Not because of some mysterious technical failure, not because the battery was old, but because the electric company had cut his power for forty-seven hours last week over a past-due balance of $83.16.

So here he was. Late. Stained. Sweating in a shirt that was one wash cycle away from being a rag.

Great start, Theo. Really nailing it.

He pushed through the revolving door and into a lobby that smelled like money and new carpet. Marble floors. A reception desk that looked like it had been carved from a single piece of expensive wood by someone who hated trees.

The middle elevator chimed. The doors opened.

And Theo almost walked directly into a wall of charcoal wool that smelled like cedar and something darker—sandalwood, maybe, or the concept of authority given physical form.

Tailored charcoal trousers. A vest—an actual vest, with actual buttons, like this man had dressed for a board meeting or possibly a duel. Silver threading through dark hair at the temples. And behind a pair of simple titanium-frame glasses, a set of grey eyes so cold and focused they made Theo feel like he was being audited in real time.

The man said nothing. He stepped around Theo the way a person steps around a traffic cone—acknowledging its presence without granting it significance—and walked toward the lobby.

Theo watched him go.

His brain, always helpful, always timely, always appropriate, supplied a single word: Daddy.

“No,” he whispered to himself. “Absolutely not. Shut up.”

“Priya Chakraborty. Senior Accountant. I’m your direct supervisor for the duration of your contract.” She shook his hand—firm, quick, no-bullshit. “Don’t touch any live files until I say so. Don’t reply-all to anything. And don’t be late again.”

“Also—the CFO does quarterly walk-throughs. He notices everything. If your desk looks like a bomb site, he will stand in front of it and say nothing until you want to die. Fair warning.”

“They call him Lord Hale,” Priya added. “Not to his face. To his face, they call him sir and hope he doesn’t look at their spreadsheets too closely.”

“Great,” Theo said faintly. “Love that for me.”

He opened his banking app.

Checking account balance: $212.43

Four collectors. Four balances. $47,000 in medical debt from when his mom’s insurance hit its cap and the bills kept coming like an avalanche that didn’t know the house was already flat. Plus $8,200 in credit cards. Plus the payday loan that charged interest like it was trying to win a contest.

His mom didn’t know how bad it was. She couldn’t know. She was in remission. She was healthy. So he lied. He lied constantly. He lied with a smile.

Definitely not ramen, he typed, and walked into the bodega to buy ramen.

One email. Sent at 6:02 AM. Subject line: Q3 Reconciliation Review — All AP Staff Required. Sender: Marcus Hale, CFO.

Marcus Hale controlled the money, and Theo needed the money more than he’d ever needed anything in his life.

Don’t think about him. Don’t think about his hands. Don’t think about the way he looked at you like you were a rounding error he hadn’t decided whether to correct.

He opened the reconciliation file Priya had assigned him and got to work.

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