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“I called her.”
“For fuck’s sake, Bellamy. Why did you do that without one of us there?”
“Because that’s when I got the courage?”
“I assume you have something to report, or you wouldn’t be calling us and telling on yourself.” It’s Tobias’s voice on the line now. Owen must have put me on speaker.
“Nothing to report other than a question for you, Tobias. Did you tell anyone in your family that we were going to Las Vegas?”
“No. Why?”
I groan. That’s what I was afraid of.
“Answer me, Bellamy. Now. What did your mother say?”
Owen sounds urgent, and angry, and I want to go back in time and wait to tell them. But I sense it’s important, so I suck in a breath. “It’s a little thing. My mom asked me if I was still in London and said that my father had mentioned Las Vegas to her, but she wasn’t sure what he meant. He’s keeping her in the dark. Oh, and they are not staying with your parents anymore.”
“This is good information, little vixen. But it was very naughty of you to make that call without one of us there. Do we need to babysit you?”
My nostrils flare. Part of me can see why they’re frustrated, but I do not need a babysitter. Still, I give him a measured answer. “No, Sir. I’m sorry. Calling her seemed like the right thing.”
“I understand, vixen. But you should have waited. You knew we weren’t in agreement on whether you should call or not. We’ll talk about this when we get back. You should pick out a dress for dinner. But don’t put it on until after we get home and have a little… discussion, about good safety practices.”
I wince. Something tells me there’s going to be more than a discussion.
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
“Good girl,” Owen says. “We have to get back to our meeting, but we’ll be home soon.”
The call ends, and I’m left alone with my thoughts for another hour before I hear the door unlock and they walk in together.
I’m still in my yoga pants and tank top, but my hair is dry now and mostly styled for a dinner out.
They both come to me and kiss me, then Owen leads me to the couch and sits me down next to him.
“Give me your phone,” he says sternly.
“Why? Are you taking it away from me like a naughty teenager because I called my mother?”
He holds his hand out for the device. “No, but I can, if that’s what you want, after I spank you for being a brat, of course. I’m just seeing if there’s anything I can do to trace your mother’s call. Or see if there’s any evidence that anyone might have been listening in.”
I drop it into his palm and sit back with a huff and his gaze darts from my phone screen to me.
“I can have Tobias put you over his knee and spank you until I’m done if you like. It should only take me ten minutes. You can handle a ten-minute spanking, right?”
My eyes dart from him to Tobias who has stood back until now. He doesn’t react when I look at him. Looking back to Owen, I shake my head. “No, Sir, please don’t.”
“Then lose the attitude.”
It’s rare that Owen scolds me this way. I try not to give him a reason to. Despite the fact that I enjoy it when he finds reasons to punish me, brat and brat tamer is not our dynamic. I don’t know why I’m so annoyed with his over-protectiveness today.
“Sorry, Sir,” I mutter, trying to squash my annoyance.
He squeezes my thigh. “It must have been hard talking to her. I’m proud of you for getting up the courage. Next time, let one of us know so we can help. I could have traced the call.”
“But she told me where she was, and I don’t think she was lying.”
His brow furrows. “Nothing is as it seems right now, and you have to question everything.”
