Page 76 of Ruin Me, Daddy

“Dee!” Sounding somewhat horrified, Ivy smacked her girlfriend’s arm. “You can’t just ask people about their personal lives like that!”

Cordelia raised an eyebrow in a look that would have done any Daddy proud. “Smack me again, little girl, and this entire cafe will get to watch me march you to the bathroom so I can spank your bottom. And I won’t care who hears.”

Face flaming red, Ivy dropped her hands into her lap. “Sorry, Ma’am.”

“Good girl.” Leaning over, Cordelia pressed a kiss to Ivy’s cheek before turning her attention back to Silver. “So? What’s the deal?”

“Ah…” Needing a moment now that all eyes were on her, Silver sipped at her mimosa. “I’m not sure, exactly. We need to get back to work, which does mean going back to California.”

“And what about you two?” Cordelia pressed. “What happens to this fling or whatever you’re having when you get there?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been avoiding thinking about it. Once Ace finds out we’ve been hooking up, he’s going to lose his fucking mind.”

“So?” Cordelia asked with a shrug. “Let him lose his mind.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Why not?” It was Frankie now, curiosity gleaming in her eyes as she leaned on the table. “Who cares if he has a hissy fit? Wait.” Frankie’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “You’re not afraid of him, are you? Like physically afraid of him? Because I’ll start making phone calls right fucking now. We know people.”

Lottie rolled her eyes. “Just because I almost sold my virginity to Killian O’Rourke doesn’t mean we have an in with the mafia, Francesca.”

“Sure it does. Killian adores you. I bet he’d do us a favor.”

“That’s very sweet.” In a disturbing, bloodthirsty kind of way, Silver decided. “But no. It’s not me I’m worried about.”

“Well, who, then?” Frankie’s question was more of a demand. “Are you worried about hurting him?”

“A little. Even after what he did in London, I still don’t want to hurt him. Maybe that makes me pathetic, I don’t know.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized her mistake. Every other woman at the table instantly sat up straighter, their eyes lighting with interest. “What did he do in London, Silver?” Cordelia asked, her head tilting to the side as her gaze raked over Silver’s face.”

“Fuck. I haven’t had enough alcohol for this.”

As one, they all nudged their drinks closer to Silver, and she couldn’t help but laugh as she reached for Frankie’s first, draining it before pulling Cordelia’s bloody mary closer. “Fine, I’ll tell you but you have to swear to me what I’m about to say never leaves this table. Ice can never know.”

Lottie moved first, holding up a fist with her little finger poking out. “We pinky- swear.”

It was silly and ridiculous, but when Cordelia, Frankie, and Ivy all added their pinkies to the mix, some of the weight lifted from Silver’s shoulders. “Pinky-swear,” she repeated, as they all somehow managed to hook their fingers together.

“Done,” Lottie said with a nod as they all pulled their hands back. “Now, spill.”

“It was our last night in London. I crashed hard that night, just hit a wall and couldn’t keep my eyes open to party with everyone after the show. Ace was pissed, told me I was ‘ruining the vibe for everyone’ and I don’t know, maybe I was, but I’m not nineteen anymore, you know?”

“That asshole,” Cordelia muttered darkly.

“It gets better. Or worse, I guess.” Letting out a shaky laugh, Silver sipped at Cordelia’s drink. “We had a huge fight, and I went up to our room to sleep it off. I woke up a few hours later, and Ace was in bed with me. And he wasn’t alone.”

She watched as the realization dawned on all their faces. Watch the horror and, god help her, the fucking pity fill their eyes as they stared at her.

“I don’t know who she was. Some groupie, I assume. I woke up screaming, kicked them both out of the room, completely naked, and called our manager to tell him Ace and I would need separate rooms for the rest of the tour. Simon, bless him, didn’t ask a single question, just made it happen. I guess he’s used to our constant breakups by now.”

“Oh, honey.” Sympathy wound around Ivy’s words as she leaned over her girlfriend to grip Silver’s hands. “That’s awful. I’m so sorry.”

“I vote we cut his dick off and use it to fuck his own ass,” Frankie snarled, her face alight with fury.

The imagery was enough to surprise a laugh out of Silver. “Nah. We should get one of those molds and copy Ice’s dick. Ace wouldn’t feel his own, but Ice’s would destroy him.” She held her hands out wide to indicate the size of Ice’s cock.

“Speaking of Ice, why haven’t you told him about any of this?” Lottie asked. “You know he’s going to be pissed when he finds out you’ve been keeping this huge of a secret from him all this time.”

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