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“I do, too,” I say, dragging my thoughts back to where they should be: on Daddy. “It’s got me thinking about another story for Olivia to follow up the first one. A mermaid story.”

Daddy hugs me and swishes me. “Baby, your imagination just blows me away.”

Mulling over ideas for Olivia’s Undersea Adventure, I cuddle happily in Daddy’s arms.

thirty-one

LOGAN

Emily successfully distractsme with her wonderfulness. Daddy’s little mermaids. My heart is so fucking full.

Until I get to the Dom’s changing room and find Bull waiting for me.

Unlike the last time we ran into each other in a changing room, he’s dressed, which is something of a relief. I’m just wearing my swim shorts and after the moment’s shock at seeing him sitting on one of the changing room’s padded benches, I take off my shorts, grab a towel and my toiletry bag out of my locker, and walk my naked ass over to the sink to shave. He’s seen me naked plenty of times. My nakedness isn’t quite the weapon his is, and maybe looking vulnerable will help this conversation along.

“I got your message,” he says, each word clipped. “I didn’t like it. You’ve got no fucking room to judge me.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” I respond. “I regretted sending it a second after I pressed the button. I should have left it to you andyour trio to sort out with Maude. My blood was up after seeing Emmy upset. I apologize.”

“You’re doing a lot of that lately,” he retorts but his posture softens. “I should apologize, too. I know you’re a good man, a good Dom, and a good friend. I’ve been letting innuendo twist my head around. You wouldn’t do anything to destroy the club.”

“Is that what people have been saying?”

I don’t point fingers or name names. After Emily had brunch with Twitch and Ten showed up at the Aquarium, I have a damn good handle on who is a real threat to Blunts and our submissives.

“I’m ashamed for having listened to them,” Bull says. He pauses as Theo comes into the changing room, followed by Jack, Bravo, and Faolan. They nod or glance meaningfully at me but head into the showers when I just nod back. “You’ll leave what’s going on with Georgie for me to resolve with Maude?”

“Absolutely.” I’ve been in the middle of wrangles over subs before. There are no winners. Best to let the people involved sort it out unless the submissive asks for help.

“Thanks, Lo.” Bull taps his fingers against his jeans. “Twitch mentioned you’re worried about, um, politics. I’ll always do what’s best for the club.”

“I’m struggling with what that is right now,” I tell him. “I’ve got solid testimony from multiple house subs that we have two members who are putting them at risk. I want to remove them from the club immediately before they have a chance to do any further harm. I emailed Chess about it this morning.” I check my phone to make sure I haven’t missed a message. “As of right now, he hasn’t responded. This is an emergency. I know he likes to ‘sleep on things’—”

“The welfare of our subs isn’t something we can sleep on. I get it. If you want me to help you force an emergency committee meeting, I will.”

“Thanks, it may come to that.”

“You gonna tell me who they are?” Bull asks, his tone slightly abrasive.

There’s no mincing around this. “Drew and Emmett.”

Bull drops his head to look at the floor. “Fuck.”

“I can guess who was behind the ‘innuendo.’ It’s smart, actually, waging a disinformation campaign before I go after them.”

Bull lifts his head. “That’s not gonna stop you?”

“No.”

“You know the committee is split right now,” Bull points out.

“I know.”

“Lo, this is an ask. I’m not saying I don’t believe you?—”

“Is it me you don’t believe, or is it them?”

Bull hangs his head again.

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