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She smirks at me, “I didn’t say yes.”
I lean down and run my nose up the side of her neck, inhaling her scent, before speaking low into her ear, “I didn’t ask. We could pretend you don’t want this, but we both know you do.”
Ivy gasps as I continue, “I know you’re wet just thinking about all the dirty things I’ll do to you every night. The way I’ll make your pussy so sore you’ll be feeling me all the next day in the gallery. I can’t wait to wake you up with my cock in that pretty little cunt. You want that don’t you, Princess?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“Good girl. My fucking good girl,” I growl.
I kiss her on the forehead and tell her, “I need to go. I have something to take care of.”
“What?” She asks.
Sighing audibly, I answer, “I’m going to see dad.”
“I’ll come with you.”
Shaking my head, I say, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Too bad. I’m going. You can punish me later if you’d like to, sir. But I’m going. We are in this together.”
I sigh, “Fine.”
I know Ivy, and I know when she sets her mind to something, she’ll do it. If I leave without her, she’ll just Uber to the hospital. Either way, she’ll be there for this conversation.
“Let's get this over with then.”
I take her hand and escort her out of the gallery and to the car after I lock up. She slides into the vehicle when I open the door for her. I get to the driver's side, and she asks, “What are you planning on saying to him?”
I let out a deep breath as I put the key into the ignition and start the vehicle, “The truth.”
I glance at her before pulling out of my parking spot, “You’re mine. We are together and nothing he says will change that. I’m hoping once he realizes he has no control in this situation, he’ll relax.”
Pulling away from the curb, I begin to drive and notice she seems nervous. She’s quiet most of the drive, and I let her sit in silence.
“I talked to my mom.”
I glance over at her after I change lanes, “Yeah?”
She nods, “Yes, she apologized for the way things turned out. She cried. It made me feel like shit.”
I sigh, “It’s a difficult situation. I understand how challenging things were for her. But I also understand the hurt you experienced because of it.”
When I pull into the hospital's parking lot, I park the car, blow out a big breath, and say, “Last chance to back out.”
“I’m in this,” she says as she exits the car.
After I get out, I walk around to her, kiss her forehead, and then take her hand in mine as we walk through the doors to head to my dad’s office.
We walk in and find my dad recording patient notes at his desk. He holds his finger up, finishes the one, and turns off his recorder.
“Princess,” then he sighs, “Nash.”
His gaze falls to our hands locked together. I tried to let go of her hand before we walked in, but she tightened her grip, letting me know this is what she needs.
“We need to talk,” I say.
He points to the chairs on the other side of his desk, “Sit.”
