Page 55 of Melt For Us, Daddy
“No. Obviously she needs some time to herself.”
Ignoring the twin aches of anger and worry in her chest, she crossed over to the cabinet full of DVDs and managed to find a stack of animated movies. Jacob probably wouldn’t be into the various princesses and their adventures, but too damn bad. Besides, it would be good for him to experience some more feminine things. Lose the idea that he couldn’t enjoy things just because they were ‘for girls’.
With that in mind, she popped in the first DVD and took her place on the couch. She would take an hour or so, enjoy the movie. And as soon as it was over, she would march herself upstairs and figure out what the hell was going on with her babygirl.
Chapter 18
Ivy
She’d never been so embarrassed. Even when she’d sworn at Cordelia in the middle of the club, she’d mostly just felt horror at her own actions.
But now, lying in bed and thinking over how she’d been acting all morning, humiliation was slowly creeping in. She’d acted like a spoiled, bratty, out of control child for no reason.
No wonder her Daddy didn’t want to have anything to do with her. As evidenced by the fact that Cordelia hadn’t come storming up the stairs after her to paddle her ass red for the way she’d behaved.
Instead, she was downstairs watching a movie with Jacob. Which Ivy could be doing, but no. She’d been a brat. She didn’t deserve to watch a movie.
And thanks to the gnawing pit in her stomach that seemed to grow with every passing second, she couldn’t even take a nap to sleep off the embarrassment and hurt.
Ugh.
She was still lying there, staring up at the ceiling and feeling sorry for herself when the bedroom door opened. Cordelia stood in the doorway, her arms folded beneath her breasts, looking very, very much like a disappointed Daddy. Ivy’s stomach twisted at the sight of her, tears burning at the backs of her eyes as she waited for the lecture to come.
“I should wash your mouth out with soap for speaking to me the way you did downstairs, little girl.”
“You should.” Sitting up in the bed, Ivy pulled her knees up to her chest, unable to meet her woman’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
Cordelia’s heavy sigh filled the room. Stepping inside, she closed the door behind her before crossing to sit on the bed. “You’ve had a lot of big changes in the past couple weeks. Anyone would be out of sorts.”
“You aren’t. Jacob isn't. I’m the only one acting like a brat.”
“Oh, baby. That isn’t true. Jacob’s too scared of his own shadow to be a brat. And if I need some stress relief I have a very willing submissive who will put herself over my knee any time I ask. We all have our own ways of coping.”
A reluctant smile curved Ivy’s lips. “I guess that’s true.”
“That being said… I can’t allow you to speak to me that way, Ivy Mae. If it happens again, I will have to punish you. I don’t want to, because I know you’re having a hard time. But that doesn’t mean you can be allowed to flaunt our rules. Understood?”
Shame washed over her, heating her face as Ivy pulled her knees closer to her chest. “You should punish me now. I deserve it.”
“You also deserve a little grace under the circumstances. Which is why I didn’t come right upstairs and blister your ass. I figured we both needed a little space to cool down.”
Hope beat at Ivy’s chest. “That’s why you didn’t come up?”
“Yes. I was angry, you were obviously angry. I didn’t want to force a confrontation and both of us end up saying things we didn’t mean.”
“Oh. I thought… never mind.”
Reaching out, Cordelia gripped Ivy’s chin, forcing her to look up. “None of that. Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”
Daddy. The word was still so new and shiny and bright. But it settled something inside her, in a way nothing else ever had. “I thought maybe you just wanted to be with Jacob instead. Since I was being such a brat.”
“Why on Earth would I want to be with him instead?”
Looking into her Daddy’s eyes, she knew she’d never get away with just part of the truth. And maybe she shouldn’t. Maybe, even though they were all going through something impossibly huge, she needed to be completely honest no matter how much it hurt. “You two have a connection I can’t understand. And that I’m not part of.”
“That’s true… but you and I also have a connection he doesn’t understand, and that he isn’t a part of.”
“Do we?”
