Minotaur Moose Boyfriend: Frank (rough draft)

Teaching elementary has been fine for the most part. It’s always been your dream. Being able to teach at such a prestigious school like Croftwood Academy was another bonus. The place was so fancy, you’d never worked at a school like this where you didn’t need to buy your own supplies. It was a miracle you got the job, so you made sure to be extra careful with it. The kids were wonderful though, you’d not had any real reason to be concerned. 

Until one day.

A small fight had broken out between two girls in the class. You and your teaching aide, Louis, had to pull the two girls apart.

“She called me the b word!” One girl was crying.

The other girl had tears in her eyes but she looked heated. “No I didn’t!” She sniffled. “Motherfucker does not start with b!”

You and Louis exchanged shocked and uncertain looks. This would be the first time you had to call in parents to discuss this. You had called and scheduled meetings with the parents for after school one evening.

Gigi, the little girl who said ‘motherfucker’, was usually very sweet and bright. She followed you around like a lost puppy most days, and was happy to sit and chatter away with you while she waited to be picked up. She always had the nicest things, but most of the kids at Croftwood did. Gigi was a moose minotaur, and was getting picked on recently because she was the tallest girl in class. You had tried your best to reassure her that, no matter what, she mattered and her height was just part of what made her special. You suppose that’s what she clung to you.

“I’ve heard Gigi’s father is quite formidable,” Louis whispered as you waited for the parents to show up. Gigi was in the play section of the classroom inside the tree house. 

“I figured most of the parents would be,” you reply just as quiet.

Louis shakes his head. “No, I mean-” He looks around then leans down. “He’s Frank ‘the tank’ Leonetti, he owns the most successful restaurant in town, as well as the mall, and a couple of other places.”

“Why do I know that name?” You whisper. “Aside from Gigi’s papers I mean.”

“He’s supposedly linked to the mafia,” Louis hisses.

Your eyes widen. “You have to be joking! That is not funny!”

There’s a knock at the door that halts your conversation and Gigi jumps up with glee, rushing to the door. “Daddy!”

The massive figure standing just outside the doorway stoops down and enters sideways as he comes into the room. He’s massive! Absolutely huge!

“There’s my sweetheart,” Frank coos as he picks Gigi up. “Now, little Giovannia Isabelle, why am I here today?”

Gigi pouts and looks down. “I got into a fight.”

“I see.” He strides into the room, smelling like clean linen, roses, and a touch of cigar smoke. “Sorry I’m a bit late. Traffic was horrible.”

You hurriedly rush to stand up. “It always is after school.” You stand before him, feeling very diminutive in his presence. You extend our hand to him as you introduce yourself. “It’s very nice to meet you Mr. Leonetti.”

His huge hand completely envelopes yours as he shakes you. “Same to you, my little Gigi speaks of you constantly. She’s quite enamored with you.”

His big, deep voice is rich and charming to listen to. “Let’s sit over here. I have coffee if you’d like some.”

“No, thank you though. I would love some but I’m afraid it tears me up a bit too much.” He takes a seat and you sit across from him.

Louis is cleaning up the room a bit, staying close for support as well as being there should Frank have any questions about the fight. “I’m sure you're well aware that recently, Gigi has been the target of some bullying, which I have tried to keep from happening.”

“Gigi has told me you’re one of the few people to say her height makes her special. I appreciate that.” Frank sets Gigi down. “Go play, sweetheart, let us talk.”

Gigi seems hesitant to leave but she goes back over to the treehouse with Louis.

“I was bullied much for the same thing in school,” he sighs heavily. “It turned me into a bully when I got older. I held a lot of anger and resentment that took quite a long time for me to overcome with therapy. I don’t want the same to happen to my Gigi. So knowing she got into a fight has me worried.”

“That’s not the only thing that happened during that fight, Mr. Leonetti, Gigi also happened to say something that has me quite worried. I don’t know what goes on in your home, but you need to be careful what you say around your daughter.”

Frank’s look becomes cross. “What did she say?”

You glance to Gigi who is happily playing with Louis. “She called the girl she was fighting with a uhm-” You clear your throat. “She called her a ‘motherfucker’.”

Frank covers his face with his palm and is visibly shaking as he forces himself not to laugh. “I am so sorry for that,” he snickers under his breath. “It’s not funny. I’m sorry.”

“Your daughter isn’t even able to spell the word, she couldn’t know it. You need to be more careful how you speak around you daughter. And I hope it’s not something she saw on TV.”

“No, no, I claim responsibility for her language. I’m her only parent, and I know the word came from me.” He nods his head. “I will talk to her about her language, but I am also concerned about what can be done about the bullying.”

“I talked to the other girl’s parents and they agreed they would have a firm talk with her. I’ve been sending home information to the other parents in my class as well. But I am very firm with them when I see it happen.”

“What do you do?” Frank asks. “Do you scold? Make them sit in time out?”

I nod. “I have them apologize to Gigi, first and foremost. First time they get a letter sent home. Second time they get time out and another letter. Third time I schedule a meeting with the parents. If there’s a fourth, I take it up with the principal.”

Frank smirks. “Does it work?”

“I’ve only had one fourth time, Mr. Leonetti.” You check on Gigi and Louise again and see that she is watching you from the window of the tree house. “I wanted to make sure tonight that Gigi is doing well at home. Like you said, being bullied can lead to things later. I would hate to see a girl like Gigi be affected harshly.”

Frank’s expression is soft and thoughtful. “Ever since her mother passed away, I’ve had Gigi see a child therapist. She’s been doing quite well with that, and it’s been good to see her have a positive female role model like you in her life.”

“I’m sorry to hear about that,” you murmur. “But I’m glad to hear you’re doing everything you can for Gigi.”

“I don’t want her growing up with the same ghosts I had, so I’ve been very careful with her. But apparently, not careful enough,” he chuckles. “I guess I need to learn to keep my mouth clean when I’m at home where she can spy on me.”

“Kids have better hearing than you’d think,” you chuckle. “But I would appreciate you also talking to her about the language she used. I’ve already told her it wasn’t good, but the parent really needs to be the one to have that conversation.”

“I understand, don’t worry about that. Is that all we needed to discuss? Or did you also want to talk about dinner plans?”

“No that’s all, Mr. Leonetti. I don’t have plans so it-” You stop and tilt your head at him. “Dinner plans?”

He smiles. “Yes, dinner plans. You do eat don’t you?”

“I uh-” Unsure what he’s getting at, you’re unsure how to reply. “I do eat, Mr. Leonetti, but I don’t see how that pertains to this.”

“It doesn’t. I was simply trying to ask you out to dinner.”

Your mouth parts and you nod your head. “Oh, I see. Well-”

“You, Gigi, and I,” he adds on quickly. “She adores you so much, I know she would enjoy it, and I would certainly like to know you better as well.”

Louis had said he owned the best restaurant in town, and you wouldn’t mind a fancy dinner compared to the leftovers you had at home. “Why not? I have no other plans this evening.”

“Wonderful. Gigi,” he calls.

Gigi climbs down from the treehouse and runs over. “Are you done?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” He takes her by the hand. “We’re going to go to dinner with your teacher now.”

Gigi’s eyes light up and she breaks into a huge grin. “Really? You’re coming with us?” She practically bounces and levitates. 

Frank has a car waiting outside with a driver. You know Croftwood is filled with students who have rich parents, but you’d never seen inside their lives until now. The car was beautiful, and there was even a mini fridge where Gigi got a tiny bottle of water.

The restaurant was a place you had gone by many times. It was an old brick building, with the inside decorated to keep some of the old elements like the beams in the ceiling and hardwood floor. Huge plants hung from the ceiling along with large glass globes filled with light. In the very center of the place there was a live tree surrounded by lush flora, moss, and decorative lights. Around the base of this was a circle of booths with high backs that kept it in place.

Frank takes you to the back, to his own personal dining room. Unlike the rest of the restaurant the atmosphere here is more cozy and home-like, the brick walls are decorated with family photos, shelves with old knick knacks, and the dining table looks antique and worn. There’s also a bookshelf full of toys and coloring books for Gigi.

Gigi sits beside you at the table, happily showing you one of her drawing pads filled with pictures. Frank goes to the back, uncorking a bottle of wine and pouring you a glass. 

“Thank you,” you say in awe. “I don’t really drink though.” You take the glass in our hand and admire the garnet liquid inside. “This one glass will probably las me all night.”

Frank fills a pretty pink cup with pink lemonade for Gigi. “That’s fine. It’s from my private reserve, which is made for sharing.”

You take a sip, it’s quite strong, but the oaky sweet flavor that lingers on your tongue is actually very nice. “Thank you. But you needn’t go all out for me.”

A moment later a waiter comes back with a trolly and places plates on the table. There’s salad and fresh bread with a dipping oil that looks as pretty as a picture. Gigi has a fruit salad with a creamy dipping sauce. 

“After the salad, what sort of soup would you like?” Frank asks.

“You don’t have to worry about doing anything special. Whatever you have on hand is fine.” You smile shyly and poke at your salad. 

“It’s a lobster bisque tonight,” the waiter says.

“That sounds wonderful.” Frank turns back to the table.

You’ve never had lobster before, so you feel a bit excited about it. Gigi is picking through her fruit salad which Frank notices.

“You need to eat everything in there, Gigi. I thought you liked pineapple?”

“It makes my tongue feel weird,” Gigi murmurs.

“It’s still good for you. You need to eat it,” Frank insists.

You look to Gigi. “Do you know how pineapples grow?” You ask.

“On trees,” she says certainly.

You shake your head. “You would think that right?” You take her drawing pad and start sketching on it. “Actually, a pineapple grows on this weird little bush and the fruit itself grows up on this stalk like it’s some sort of magic wand.”

“No way!” Gigi gasps.

“Yes way,” you chuckle. “It grows like this, and it can take a very, very long time for the plant to grow. So each pineapple is very special, and it would be a waste not to eat it after it worked so hard to grow.”

“I see!” Gigi turns back to her plate and begins to eat.

“Very good, bravo.” Frank congratulates you.

By the end of dinner, you’re quite stuffed, and you think to yourself how you’ll never have a fancier dinner again. Gigi is half asleep in her father’s lap while he enjoys his wine. 

“Thank you so much for having me,” you say to him. “I really appreciate this.”

“You treat my daughter well, you deserve it. The pineapple trick even convinced me,” he chuckles. He rubs Gigi’s back as she nuzzles her face to his chest.  “Maybe we can do it again sometime, just the two of us.”

“Huh?” You stare at him.

Frank smiles. “Just an adults dinner. Some even call it a date.”

It hits you that he’s asking you out. “Oh,” you gasp. “I’m not sure, your daughter is my student. I wouldn’t want her getting confused.”

“I understand,” Frank murmurs. “But I could not risk wasting my shot.” He gives you a soft smile. “Gigi has not accepted the last few women I dated, despite the fact she wants a mother in the house. She really adores you, and after getting to meet you, I understand.”

“You shouldn’t be dating just to find a mother,” you reply. 

“Certainly not. I’m also looking for a partner, a friend. I am quite lonely these days. This is one of the few nights I have enjoyed lately. Thank you for joining us.”

He sends you home in his car, giving you his card should you ever want to talk to him beyond Gigi and her education. The next morning, you find flowers waiting at your door, and another note from Frank.

“Please forgive me if my proposal for a date was out of line. I let the wine make me honest. But the offer still stands, whenever you should wish for my company.”

You think for a moment with the card in your hand, glancing towards the bouquet of large flowers on your table. You’ve been told to tread carefully with these sorts of relationships, but you know you have an attraction to Frank now. He was very charming at dinner, but more than that he was an amazing father. Seeing how much love Gigi had for him, and him for her, you couldn’t help but be attracted to that.

You decided to give it until the weekend to think it over. That afternoon during cleanup, Gigi was by your side like always. She was putting away blocks while you held open the toy chest and she grinned brightly.

“My Daddy says you’re the prettiest lady he’s seen in a long time! I heard him say it last night to his brother.” She then bounds off like she said nothing at all.

“Darn kids,” you think to yourself.

That Friday evening, as you look over the assortment of easy dinners in your freezer, you drift off to the thought of lobster bisque and prime rib. You hadn’t had such a nice meal since you were home for Thanksgiving. You sit down and look over take out menus, but amongst them is the card from Frank’s flowers, which are still beautiful on your table.

You think for a moment, on the teacher aspect as well as the mafia rumor that Louise told you. You take a deep breath, and then you make a call. If he answers, wonderful. If he doesn’t, you’ll take it as a sign.

The phone rings once, twice, three times, and then there’s a click. “Leonetti speaking,” his voice sounds rather rough.

“Uhm, hi, Frank?” You voice cracks.

“Yes? Who's calling? I don’t know this number.”

“Gigi’s teacher,” you reply. “You gave me your card the other night after dinner. Sorry I haven’t called to thank you for the flowers.”

“Oh,” his voice suddenly sounds brighter. “I’ve been hoping to hear from you,” he chuckles. “You don’t need to thank me for anything. It was my pleasure to send you those flowers.”

“It’s still only right I should say thank you.” You’re suddenly nervous. “Well, I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“Not at all.”

“I’ve been thinking,” you murmur slowly. “Maybe one date wouldn’t be so bad.” Your heart is thrumming wildly.

“I think so too,” he chuckles. “How about tomorrow then?”

You make plans to meet up at a cafe near your place. There you could talk before deciding what to do, if you wanted to continue the date, or if after discussion realized it might be a difficult relationship to tread.

You arrive at the cafe, thinking you’re early, but already you see Frank waiting outside on the veranda. You feel a tad nervous as you approach, but you can’t help but smile.

“Did I make you wait long?” You ask.

Frank stands and gets his antler caught in the umbrella on the table next to yours. “No.” He yanks his head, ripping the umbrella and almost pulling it from the table. You try to help but he simply takes the umbrella and sets it aside.

“It happens more often than you think.” He pulls your chair out for you. “Sorry about that.”

“Are you okay?” 

“I’m used to it.” He sits down and is holding a mug in his hand. “I’m glad you wanted to talk first. Not just about Gigi and your job, but I feel I should inform you of my work as well. Some people may not agree with what I do.”

You look up from the menu in your hands, a bit shocked he already seems willing to discuss his work, maybe the possible mafia connection. “I know you own the restaurant.”

“Yes well,” he clears his throat. “There’s more to it than that.” He goes quiet when the waitress approaches and takes your order.

“You see,” he continues quietly. “I own several business here, lots of property. One of the ventures I own also happens to be a well, no sense in sugar coating it, a strip club.”

“Ah-” You gasp.

“I’ve been trying to find a buyer for it since before Gigi was born. But I guess that just sounds like an excuse. I can understand if you take issue with it.”

“It’s certainly odd,” you murmur. “But the way you built it up, I felt you had something worse to confess.”

You scoffs and shakes his head. “The guys who work there assure me everything is okay. But most of them are young guys trying to catch a break.”

You furrow your brow. “Guys?”

“Male strip club, gay bar.” He grumbles.

You’re even more surprised. “Oh, I thought you meant a titty bar.”

“Strip clubs a strip club. I just happen to own a male one.” He then smiles. “I just am uncertain about is all, and I don’t want Gigi finding out about it later and thinking objectification was part of my deal.”

Your coffee is placed on the table and conversation begins to shift. He tells you about his other work, places he owns he is proud of. He talks about Gigi a lot too, talking about their summer vacations and how they’re planning for this upcoming break.

You tell him your concerns about the relationship, considering your Gigi’s teacher and you don’t want to hurt her at all with this. You also talk about your family, how you were also raised by a single parent, and did a lot to help take care of your siblings which helped you realize you wanted to become a teacher.

“I’m still paying off student loans, so getting this job at Croftwood has been a real blessing. I don’t have to pick and choose which bills to pay each month.” You laugh but he gets a serious look on his face.

“My father worked hard, but I never knew any sort of...struggle like that,” He murmurs. “It makes me wonder if I am spoiling Gigi too much. I want her to know that hard work is worth it, but I fear she may never realize that.”

“She’s one of my best students when it comes to clean up time,” you try to reassure him. “And she’s always the first to volunteer when helping me in the class. Are you having her do her own chores and tasks at home?”

He nods. “She makes a mess, it’s her responsibility. I even have her scrub bathtub when we clean the bathroom together.”

“Then you’re doing the right thing. I have a couple kids in my class who have said they’ve never cleaned their room before. Gigi is going to do great.” You reach out and touch his hand. “No need to worry about her.”

Frank smiles softly. “Thanks for reassuring me.” He takes your hand in his then lifts it, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “I can see why she sings your praises.”

Your cheeks burn red and after a while, the two of you move on from the cafe. You take a walk in the park just before lunch, and afterwards you show him to a Taqueria food truck you love that reminds you of home. You chat more, finding you both have the same favorite movie, and a fondness for swimming.

Frank looks down at his watch. “I hate to call this date off short, but Gigi will be getting home from her playdate now.”

“I had a lot of fun. Thank you for today.” You hate to end it here, but you understand where he needs to be.

Frank dips down, placing his hand on the small of your back and he gives you a kiss. “I’ll call you later,” he says. “Maybe Sunday we can do something again.”

You steal another kiss before he pulls away. “I’d like that.”

Every Saturday you have an assured date with Frank. Sometimes it’s just meeting for coffee, other days it’s a long lunch and maybe a walk. He tries to spend his evenings and mornings with Gigi as much as possible, but she sometimes has playdates, or goes to spend time with her grandparents.

One day though, Gigi leaves Friday night for a sleepover, so you invite Frank over to make him dinner. Maybe even spend the night. You had been seeing each other for a long time now, and while you had both wanted to go slow, tonight felt right.

“Sorry my doorway is so small,” you say as he stoops to get in.

“Used to it. My house is the only place equipped to handle me.” Once he’s inside he kisses you, picking you up so your feet dangle in the air. “It smells wonderful in here.”

You giggle with excitement. “It’s almost ready, just a little bit more.”

“I meant you.”

Your whole body flashes red hot. “Oh, well then-” You smile awkwardly. “I have beer and wine, but it’s probably not what you’re used to.”

“Beer is fine, I use wine to impress,” he chuckles. “But sometimes, nothing beats a cheap, frosty beer.”

You hand him a bottle and he uses his antler to pop the cap. “Old college trick.”

You set dinner on the table once it’s done, eager to see what he thought of your cooking. You had considered yourself really good, for a while your siblings refused to eat anything else.

“I pride myself on having the best chefs, but nothing has touched my soul quite like this.” Franks says, pointing to your plate.

Your heart thurms. “I’m so glad you like it!”

After eating, you cuddle up on the couch together. You barely pay attention though, your mind keeps drifting. You keep thinking about advancing, about seeing where a kiss could lead, but you end up chickening out. This happens a dozen times within a few minutes.

“I can show you the bedroom, if you like.” Your voice quivers with nerves, but you put the suggestion out there. 

Frank looks you over, his expression reserved, eyes sharp. “Will it fit me?”

“If we keep close,” you chuckle.

Frank’s hand on your back moves up and down. “You can ask me blunt, you know? We’re both adults here.”

You nod. “Nerves,” you murmur. “But uhm...since you have the night, I thought you could sleep over and the two of us could-” His hand slips up and cups the back of your head. 

Frank chuckles and kisses you. “I would very much love to sleep over. Should we play spin the bottle?”

You kiss him more, slowly standing and leading him to the bedroom. His big hands roam your body, removing all your clothes save for your underwear. You don’t realize just how big he is until you’re straddling his legs. Your whole body burns as his touch becomes more precise, more deadly. 

You unlatch your bra and his eyes widen. His hands move over your breast, cupping them gently. He grunts, rising up to kiss you. You can feel him through his pants, and you’re more than surprised.

“It’s been a while,” he confesses. “Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

“Lay back,” you whisper. “Relax.” You scoot down as he does, undoing his belt and opening his pants. His under is extremely raised and as you tug it down his cock springs out, it’s quite long, mottled gray and pale pink all over. You’ve never had anything this big, so for a moment you wonder how to handle it.

You kiss the base, dragging your tongue up the shaft and kissing the hood. Frank moans, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. You lick more, darting your tongue all over the tip until you bring him to your mouth. His deep voice pitches then her growls. You see the muscle in his thighs tense and relax.

“Impressive,” you chuckle. “How do you walk around with this?”

He laughs breathlessly. “It’s a grower.”

You lick down the shaft again, stroking the top with your palm. His hand reaches down tugging you closer to him. You lay side by side, kissing and touching. You stroke his cock while his fingers slip into your panties. He rubs your vulva in soft circles before pressing inside, finding his fingertip growing damp. He moans against your lips and you press closer to his chest.

You climb on top of him again, his hands never leaving your body. He helps you ease down, taking him inch by inch inside. His eyes are glassy and wide with awe, your mouth hangs open. He fits snug, but he feels good all the same.

“Take it slow,” he breathes. His hands rubs your hips and up your sides. “Let me watch you.”

You grunt and lick drool from your lip. You move your hips in a circle, taking your time to get used to him inside you. His heat and pulse flood through you like fervent drumming that courses through every vein in your body.

Planting your hands firmly on his belly, you rise up and back down. His fingers knead into your ass and his low growls vibrate all through him. You take it slow at first, learning what your body can do with such a man. You grow to need more, so you move faster and harder. His moans join yours, both of you panting and gasping. His huge hands leave no inch of skin untouched, her marvels at every bit of you.

You lean forward, thrusting backwards against him. His hands wrap around your hips, guiding you and moving you. You can feel it, the drumming that’s in your veins, it’s beating louder and louder, throbbing faster. It crescendos and booms, rattling your bones, rewiring your brain. Youthrust back hard against him and sink your fingers into his sides. He snarls, bucking, adding to the wild movement of your own body.

The drumming becomes dull, and slow like distant tapping. You sink into Frank’s chest, feeling that heat in your loins radiate all through you. Frank pants and moans, laying his head back as he breathes. His hands massage your back lazily.

“How are you?” he whispers through the fog.

“I’m thinking.” You’re pulled to his side and he kisses you. You touch his face, enjoying the softness and warmth. “I think I’m great.”

“I’m glad.” He kisses your temple as his hand rests on your hip. “This was perfect.”

You stretch and moan in pleasure, letting your body go to putty. All too soon though, Frank’s phone rings. 

“I’m sorry,” he grunts as he gets up to find it. “It could be Gigi.”

“It’s fine, no worries.” You lay back smiling smugly to yourself.

“Hello, yes? Gigi, what’s wrong?”

You sit up and watch him carefully.

“No, it’s alright, sweetheart. I don’t mind. I’ll be there soon. Love you.” He hangs up then looks apologetically at you. “I need to go get here. She’s not feeling well.” He gathers his clothes to get dressed. “I hate to end this, I really do bit-” He stops and looks at you. “Come with me.”

“Really?”

“Gigi would love to see you, and after tonight I don’t plan on letting this end.” He smiles at you. “Stay with us tonight, we’ll have breakfast in the morning, we’ll take Gigi to the park. What do you say?”

You smile brightly. “Okay, I’d like that.”

Picking up Gigi, she has a stomach ache, so you get ginger ale before heading home. She’s so happy to see you and she cuddles with you until she falls asleep. Afterwards, you and Frank share some wine and go to bed.

You wake up to see Frank sitting awake in bed, looking at his phone. “Sorry, it’s just work.” He sets the phone aside.

You smile. “I heard a rumor about you.” You reach up as he comes down to kiss you. 

“I’ve heard lots of rumors about me,” he chuckles. “Which one did you hear?”

“It’s silly but-” you chuckle. “Someone said you were in the mafia.”

Frank turns his head as the bedroom door opens. “Someone else is awake.”

Gigi crawls into bed and snuggles up between the two of you. “I thought I was dreaming.” She looks up starry eyed at you. “But you really are with Daddy!”

You chuckle. “Yes, if that’s alright with you.”

“You’re perfect for Daddy! Of course!” She hugs you tight.

The day goes better than you hoped. Breakfast and the trip to the park were wonderful. But after lunch Frank gets a call.

“Gigi, I have to go for a bit,” he says.

“Again?” She pouts.

Frank kisses you. “Do you mind watching her for a bit? I have to take care of something.”

You furrow your brow. “Is it the rumor?” You ask.

He taps his finger to his lips. “Just a rumor,” he whispers.