Page 108 of Daddy P.I. 3.0

Twitch sighs. “If I had a dollar for every time I’ve asked Sir to just back off and let Georgie go, I could buy my own tropical island, darling. But Kiki, oh, Emily, my Kiki. She talks about how much she loved having Georgie as a pet, how he kept her company when she felt low and how stroking his fur was the firstgoodfeeling she had after feeling nothing but nausea and dizziness for so long—” They break off and look up at the ceiling again. “I’m afraid Sir’s going to do somethingrash.”

I rub my breastbone, where a fierce ache has started. “I’m so sorry, Twitch.”

They heave a dramatic sigh. “Me too, darling, me too. I wish I had half of old Sir Winston’s negotiating power so I could find a way through this but nothing I’ve come up with has stopped those two from steaming toward a head-on collision like a pair of runaway trains.”

There has to be a compromise. “Maybe I could speak to Maude?”

“I’m not sure what you could say that hasn’t already been said but I’m not going to stop you. Anything’s better than this terrible standoff.”

I nod. “I will. I hate to ask this right now when everything’s so horrible but bad things are happening at the club?—”

Twitch waves a hand. “Don’t hesitate. I’ve heard both too much and too little. Sir’s been spending time with that smarmy Drew who’s filling his ear with how Logan’s ruining submissives.” They throw their arms wide. “Do I look ruined to you?”

Grinning, I shake my head.

“Thank you. Here I am, entirely unruined, and instead ofactuallyruining me, Sir’s doing group scenes with MacKenzie.MacKenzie. Nothing against a good orgy but I’m making Sir get tested before he sticks any bit of him inanybit of me.”

I can’t control a snigger.

“So, please explain to me why my Sir, who has up to this point made the occasional questionable decision about playing pick-up football games but rarely about his companions or the scenes he engages in,whyis my Sir doing group scenes with that cabal of usurers?”

I slap my hand over my mouth to keep from giggling too loudly. “I’m sure they’re just bankers.”

“Whatever they are, they’re unpleasant and unfashionable. White dress shirts and red power ties all around. At least have the balls to wear pink.”

“Real men do,” I agree.

“Your Daddy looks magnificent in pink. Sets off the dark hair and dark eyes and high cheekbones. You should make him wear it always.” Twitch waves a hand airily. “Whatis going on behind the scenes?”

“Some of the members at Blunts have been treating the house submissives really badly,” I explain.

Twitch sobers from their studied nonchalance: leaning forward and wrapping their hands around their knee. “I heard about Ten’s inexcusable gaffe with DirtyGurl.”

“That’s the least of it, I think. Daddy doesn’t want me to worry so he hasn’t told me everything but there have been bad incidents with Shannie and Annabelle. Really bad. Leaving the club bad.”

Twitch tuts. “And how are we going to fix this?”

I swallow hard. Daddy told me I could tell Twitch anything if I thought it would help. Twitch has always been amazing with me and I trust them. “Daddy’s going to try to get the members who have hurt the submissives kicked out of the club. If Chairman Chess resists, Daddy’s going to move to replace him.”

Twitch’s perfect eyebrows shoot up. “Logan’s going to take over the chair?”

I shake my head. “He’s going to nominate Mistress Maude.”

“Oh, dear God.” Twitch sits back in their chair and takes a long sip of their drink.

“If Daddy calls a vote?—”

Twitch waves their hand. “Any day before today,anyday, I’d have said Maude has Sir’s vote, without question. Today, Lord help us.”

“Is this really going to be the end of their friendship?” I ask.

“Darling, I’d like to tell you that once we work out the Mousel Mess everything will go back to normal but I don’t know. You know how these silly alpha men get about their women. I’ve seen your daddy do it around you. They all but beat their chests. Sir’s quieter about it than other Doms but when it’s about Kiki, well, he’s just not rational.”

“Can you talk to him about it? I’ll talk to Maude and maybe we can bring them together. Common cause, right?”

Twitch nods firmly. “Common cause. I’ll ask Sir to divorce his feelings about the Mousel Mess from his feelings about the club and focus on what’s best for everyone. If all these terrible things are going on right under Chess’ nose, then maybe it’s time for a regime change.”

“But it has to be done nicely. I like Chairman Chess.”

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