Page 10 of Melt For Us, Daddy
Cordelia
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What the fuck just happened?
Still reeling from shock, Cordelia stared at the door, the one Ivy had just slammed behind her.
She’d known last night something was off. But she’d ignored her gut, telling herself they were both just tired. That a good night’s sleep would fix everything.
If she’d ever been more wrong in her life, she couldn’t remember.
Turning on her heel, she headed for the bedroom and snatched her phone off the nightstand, scrolling frantically through her contacts.
“Cordelia.” Holden answered on the first ring. “What’s wrong?”
“Ivy left. We had a… fuck, I don’t even know what it was. But she’s pissed and I have no idea where she’s going. Is your man following her?”
“Shit. No. His orders are to stay on you if you two split up. Do you know where she went?”
“If I did do you think I’d be calling you?”
“Fair enough. Hang on.” He paused and his voice was muffled when he spoke again. “What’s that, baby?”
In the background, she heard Frankie’s voice but not the words and tried to reign in her impatience at being made to wait while her babygirl was out doing god knew what god knew where.
“All right,” Holden said, speaking into the phone again. “Ivy called the girls. They’re all headed to Ice and Silver’s. I’ll send someone to watch over them.”
“Not necessary. I’m on my way. Our guy can follow me.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
“Why the fuck not?”
There was another short pause before he continued. “If it was me or Beckett or any of the other guys wanting to crash a girl talk session after a fight, what would you do?”
He had a point. She didn’t want him to have a point, hated him a little for making it, but he had a fucking point. “I’d kick your ass.”
“Damn right you would. And you’d be totally justified. So let her have this, let her blow off some steam, and when she’s ready to talk she’ll let you know. In the meantime, you’re going to meet me at this address so we can figure out what to do with our guest.”
Right. Jacob. They were supposed to meet him today, try and get more information out of him. Grabbing a pen and the pad of paper Ivy always kept on the table, she jotted down the address. “I’ll meet you there in an hour.”
“Sounds good.”
It wasn’t where she wanted to be. She wanted to be wherever her babygirl was, fixing this goddamn mess.
But Holden was right. Ivy needed her girl time. They’d talk her down, convince her she needed to actually talk her shit out with her Domme, and send her home.
Until then, she had promises to keep. And a scared boy with big gray eyes to take care of.
Chapter 4
Ivy
“And then she says, ‘Silas Redding is my husband’. Her fucking husband. Three years we’ve known each other, two of which I’ve been her fucking submissive, and this is how I find out she’s married?”
Silence greeted the end of her rant. Turning to face her friends, she took in their shocked faces, their open mouths and wide eyes.
And instantly felt better.
