Page 273 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
Mac said he’d always be honest with me.
“I think so.”
“Then trust him to tell you if he regrets it and figure something out. This is his thing, not yours. Focus on keeping your own shit straight instead of trying to second-guess how to deal with his. If he needs your input, he’ll ask you. Doesn’t sound like he’s bad at communicating. Speaking of which, how is your thing?”
“My thing?”
“Your club thing? The Doms who have been topping and fucking you twice a week for five years? Remember them?”
I blow out a breath. “It is wrong that I haven’t thought about them once while I’ve been with Mac?”
Ruby hums down the phone. “Wrong? No. Not very flattering to them? Yes. I wouldn’t go telling Ten that you haven’t thought about him once since Mac put his dick in you.”
No, I won’t be saying that. But there are things I need to say to someone. And soon.
“Guess I’d better call the club.”
“You think?”
“Stop harshing on my big dick buzz, bitch.”
“Youcalledmefor an intervention, bitch. Which you don’t need. You’re good.”
Yeah, I think I am. “Thanks, Rubes.”
“If you’re calling him sir with a capital S, you need to invite him to Thanksgiving. Mother Kay’s going to want to meet him.”
I sputter. “Are you nuts?”
“C’mon, you’re going to miss Thanksgiving?”
“No, I’m going to keep him far away from our crazy. Besides, he’ll want to spend Thanksgiving with his daughter.”
“Invite her, too.”
“I haven’t even met her yet. She’s in the middle of rehab. Lemme meet her first and make sure she’s not some broken butterfly who’ll be traumatized by the first raised voice.”
“If she’s traumatized by a little yelling, she’s never going to last around you, little sis.”
“Ouch,” I grumble. “I never yell. And I only very occasionally break things.”
Ruby chortles. “Sure. Anyway, don’t disappoint me. I wanna meet your man, so you better bring him to dinner.”
It’s my turn to scoff. “You don’t want to meet him. You want to see Mother Kay interrogate him.”
“That, too.”
“You’re an evil bitch.”
“That I am. Gotta run, girlfriend. Client on the way. Behave yourself.”
“Why do all Doms say that to me?”
“It’s like we know you or something. Bye, bitch.”
“Bye.”
I tap to end the call and stare at my phone for a long minute, sinking a little lower into the cooling water. Talking to Ruby always makes me feel better, but her reminder that I need to call the club and tell them I’m leaving—and I will be leaving instead of just taking a break because now that I know how it feels to have a Dom who truly cares about me, who puts me first, I can’t go back—has left me with a stone in my belly.
