Page 41 of Big Daddy Christmas
“Does that mean your dad and Lottie are kinky as fuck? Yup.”
“I need to sit down.”
Amused, Frankie perched on the arm of the couch facing Aria. “You said you knew about the club.”
“I did. I do. I just didn’t know it was like… that.”
“What, exactly, do you think the BDE in Club BDE stands for, honey?”
“My dad and my uncles. It’s their initials,” she explained when Frankie frowned. “All of their first names start with B and their middle names start with D. That’s what Dad told me, anyway.”
“Huh. I actually didn’t know that.”
Curiosity lit Aria’s pale eyes, some of the color coming back into her cheeks as she tilted her head to study Frankie. “What did you think it stood for?”
“Everyone at the club always says it stands for Big Daddy Energy. Because most of the Doms there are Daddies of some form or another.”
“So my dad is Lottie’s… Oh my god. Well.” Blowing out a breath, Aria shook her head, as if she were physically shaking off this new information. “That certainly puts some things into a different light. I thought he was just super bossy.”
“Oh, my sweet summer child. I have so much to teach you.”
Holden
Frankie
WARNING. PISSED-OFF BRIDE INCOMING.
Shit.
“Hey, Braden. Something happened and Lottie is?—”
Before he could finish his sentence, the door to the suit swung open and a furious Lottie stormed inside, her white robe flapping around her bare legs as she made a beeline straight for her husband-to-be.
“What the fuck, Braden? Why are you keeping secrets from me?”
Frowning, Braden caught her arms just as she drilled a finger into her chest. “What secrets? I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lottie-bug.”
“Aria! You never told me she’s been asking to come to the club! Don’t you think that’s the kind of thing your wife should know about?”
Uh-oh.
The confusion on Braden’s face cleared, replaced by the affectionate exasperation he often wore around his bride. “Charlotte. You very clearly and specifically told me that you didn’t want to be involved in any of my parenting decisions because it was, as you put it, ‘fucking weird’ since you and Aria grew up together. I was just respecting your wishes.”
“Oh.” All at once, the wind seemed to leave Lottie’s sails. “I guess I did say that, huh?”
“You did. So now I’m left wondering if the real reason you came storming over here, hurling swear words at your Daddy, is because you need a bit of stress relief.” Lifting his gaze over Lottie’s head, Braden locked eyes with Holden, his lips stretching to a wide grin. “If you need us for the next twenty minutes or so… no you don’t.”
“Duly noted.”
Cupping Lottie’s elbow, Braden guided her toward one of the bedrooms attached to the suite. “Come on, Lottie-bug. Let’s see what we can do about all that stress.”
Lottie’s cry of “Daddy, no!” was cut off by the door shutting behind them. The door, however, did little to muffle the sound of her Daddy’s palm striking her bare bottom a moment later, or her whimpers of distress.
They were still in the swing of things, so to speak, when the main door to the suite opened again and Jacob strode in, followed by Cordelia and Ivy. Jacob’s face lit up, and he opened his mouth to speak, but whatever greeting he was about to give was silenced by the sounds coming from the bedroom.
Cordelia raised a brow, her lips twitching with clear amusement. “Lottie?”
“Yup. Got pissed off about something and stormed over here to cuss Braden out about it. You can see how well that turned out for her.”
