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Chief Executive Daddy by Honey London
5.0
Book safety, content warnings, and tropes down below.
I had come to terms with the fact that my little crush had somehow morphed into something much more serious when I wasn’t looking, and now my body ached with the tender, throbbing pain of unrequited love.
“You came back.” He sounded like he hadn’t been sure I would return, which could have been mildly insulting if it hadn’t been so astute. I hadn’t been sure I’d come back either.
This is hands down one of my favorite Daddy/boy books, and I think this is my third time reading it. There’s so much mutual affection, respect and admiration between these MCs. It’s a power exchange relationship, but they still feel like equals in every way, and the focus is on both of them being happy. It’s a slow burn and the book almost feels like it’s split in two parts: when Reid and Foster work together, and after they stop working together. They build a friendship as well as a professional relationship while working together, but never cross any lines.
“Scott… my boyfriend, he was… exacting. And he had very little tolerance for my mistakes, so I quickly learned not to make them.”
It’s quite a long and serious book. It deals heavily with the aftermath of an emotionally abusive relationship, and Reid isn’t ‘cured’ of his insecurities and emotional trauma by being with Foster in any way, and I truly do love that. However, it’s light, sweet and sometimes funny as well. It’s beautiful the way Foster teaches/shows Reid that he’s strong, and makes him believe in himself again, and that he isn’t reliant on him as his Daddy to feel good about himself.
“Was he abusive?” Reid looked down at his hands and fiddled with his straw wrapper. “No, he never hit me.” I wondered if Reid understood that there was more to abuse than physical violence.
Amazing elements of hurt/comfort, hot as hell when it gets going, and a subplot with a touch of suspense and external drama which I *love*. It really hits every spot for me.
He was, without a doubt, the smartest, kindest, most driven person I had ever met, and yet he was one lip twitch away from a pout because of some raisins.
⬇️ Blanket spoiler warning ⬇️
⚠️ Tropes & tags ⚠️
Daddy kink
Power exchange
Slow burn
Age gap
Size difference
CEO and temporary assistant
Forced proximity
Hurt/comfort
Office shenanigans
Role play
⚠️ Content warning ⚠️
Attempted physical assault
Explicit sexual content
Anxiety attacks
Unlawfully held by police
Childbirth (on page, side character)
Death of a side character (heart attack, off page)
Abuse of police authority
Grief
Past abusive relationship:
Emotional abuse
Grooming
Gaslighting
Emotional trauma
⚠️Book safety ⚠️
Cheating: No
OM/OW drama: Foster is set up on a date with someone else by a friend. He doesn’t want to, and nothing happens.
Breakup: No
POV: 1st person, dual POV
Genre: Contemporary romance, M/M
Strict roles or versatile: Strict roles
MCs age: 22 and 42
Pages: 416
I didn’t mind the age gap at all, but I wondered if it bothered him, if he’d get tired of having me around eventually. No problem. I’d just practice saying really mature things like “decaf for me” and “in this economy?”
I only wanted to be with someone if that’s what he wanted too, and in an employee-employer relationship, there was no way to ever take that inequality out of the equation.
“Foster is a Daddy,” I blurted, my words coming out before I could stop them. Chase took another bite of his peach. “Doesn’t surprise me.” “It doesn’t?” It sure surprised the hell out of me. “You said he was, like, pretty put together, and older. Makes sense that he’d have kids.” I rubbed my temple with my fingertips. “Not a dad, Chase… a Daddy.” Chase choked slightly, coughing several times, but he waved a hand at me when I made a motion to stand and help. “I’m fine,” he said, voice hoarse.
“What’s with the suicide soundtrack?” My cheeks flushed, and I firmly instructed Alexa to stop my playlist. “I’m just saying…” Chase studied me intently. “That is a lot of Adele.”
I had come to terms with the fact that my little crush had somehow morphed into something much more serious when I wasn’t looking, and now my body ached with the tender, throbbing pain of unrequited love.
“You came back.” He sounded like he hadn’t been sure I would return, which could have been mildly insulting if it hadn’t been so astute. I hadn’t been sure I’d come back either.
This is hands down one of my favorite Daddy/boy books, and I think this is my third time reading it. There’s so much mutual affection, respect and admiration between these MCs. It’s a power exchange relationship, but they still feel like equals in every way, and the focus is on both of them being happy. It’s a slow burn and the book almost feels like it’s split in two parts: when Reid and Foster work together, and after they stop working together. They build a friendship as well as a professional relationship while working together, but never cross any lines.
“Scott… my boyfriend, he was… exacting. And he had very little tolerance for my mistakes, so I quickly learned not to make them.”
It’s quite a long and serious book. It deals heavily with the aftermath of an emotionally abusive relationship, and Reid isn’t ‘cured’ of his insecurities and emotional trauma by being with Foster in any way, and I truly do love that. However, it’s light, sweet and sometimes funny as well. It’s beautiful the way Foster teaches/shows Reid that he’s strong, and makes him believe in himself again, and that he isn’t reliant on him as his Daddy to feel good about himself.
“Was he abusive?” Reid looked down at his hands and fiddled with his straw wrapper. “No, he never hit me.” I wondered if Reid understood that there was more to abuse than physical violence.
Amazing elements of hurt/comfort, hot as hell when it gets going, and a subplot with a touch of suspense and external drama which I *love*. It really hits every spot for me.
He was, without a doubt, the smartest, kindest, most driven person I had ever met, and yet he was one lip twitch away from a pout because of some raisins.
⬇️ Blanket spoiler warning ⬇️
⚠️ Tropes & tags ⚠️
Daddy kink
Power exchange
Slow burn
Age gap
Size difference
CEO and temporary assistant
Forced proximity
Hurt/comfort
Office shenanigans
Role play
⚠️ Content warning ⚠️
Attempted physical assault
Explicit sexual content
Anxiety attacks
Unlawfully held by police
Childbirth (on page, side character)
Death of a side character (heart attack, off page)
Abuse of police authority
Grief
Past abusive relationship:
Emotional abuse
Grooming
Gaslighting
Emotional trauma
⚠️Book safety ⚠️
Cheating: No
OM/OW drama: Foster is set up on a date with someone else by a friend. He doesn’t want to, and nothing happens.
Breakup: No
POV: 1st person, dual POV
Genre: Contemporary romance, M/M
Strict roles or versatile: Strict roles
MCs age: 22 and 42
Pages: 416
I didn’t mind the age gap at all, but I wondered if it bothered him, if he’d get tired of having me around eventually. No problem. I’d just practice saying really mature things like “decaf for me” and “in this economy?”
I only wanted to be with someone if that’s what he wanted too, and in an employee-employer relationship, there was no way to ever take that inequality out of the equation.
“Foster is a Daddy,” I blurted, my words coming out before I could stop them. Chase took another bite of his peach. “Doesn’t surprise me.” “It doesn’t?” It sure surprised the hell out of me. “You said he was, like, pretty put together, and older. Makes sense that he’d have kids.” I rubbed my temple with my fingertips. “Not a dad, Chase… a Daddy.” Chase choked slightly, coughing several times, but he waved a hand at me when I made a motion to stand and help. “I’m fine,” he said, voice hoarse.
“What’s with the suicide soundtrack?” My cheeks flushed, and I firmly instructed Alexa to stop my playlist. “I’m just saying…” Chase studied me intently. “That is a lot of Adele.”