Page 22 of Dirty Little Secrets
“And I thoughtyouwere golfing.”
Yup. This was an absolutely horrible fucking idea.
But I’m in it now, and short of trying to physically run from the situation, I’m stuck. And I already know Daddy will easily catch me even if I do try to run, so I force my eyes open and smile up at both of them, even though I feel like I might be sick right here in the middle of the sidewalk. “Hi.”
Two sets of stunned eyes stare down at me, but Mommy recovers first, her expression turning furious as she plants her fists on her hips. “You have some explaining to do, little girl.”
“I know.” Once again dancing nervously from foot to foot, I glance at the crowd around us, many of whom are openly staring in our direction. “But could we maybe do this somewhere less… peopley?”
Daddy’s head jerks up as he looks around, a muscle in his jaw jumping. If we were at the club, that twitch would no doubt end with me over his knee, red-assed and sobbing out apologies for whatever naughty thing I did.
Now, however, he simply takes me by the hand and leads me toward the parking lot. Being several inches shorter than both him and Mommy means I have to hurry to keep up.
“Bash, slow down. She’s going to trip.”
Okay, maybe she doesn’tcompletelyhate me if she’s worried I’m going to fall. That’s a good sign.
Right?
Daddy slows his steps, but he doesn’t say anything, and the guilty, nauseous feeling in my tummy grows worse with every step.
It feels like we’ve walked a mile before we reach a large black SUV. Daddy opens the back door and ushers me inside. I realize too late that Mommy has climbed in the other side, effectively trapping me between them.
Both doors slam, locking us in, and my two favorite people in the whole world glare down at me.
“All right, little girl,” Daddy says, fury rippling beneath his words. “Start talking.”
CHAPTER 9
SEBASTIAN
Anger and guilt and terror all battle for supremacy in my stomach as I stare down at my very guilty-looking Little girl.
What the actual hell is going on?
“Okay, um, well.” Clearing her throat, Juniper rubs her palms over her leggings, and my heart trips a bit at how terrified she looks. “I wanna start by saying I’m really, really sorry I tricked you guys. I know it was kinda shitty of me, but by the time I realized that it was too late to call it off.”
Val’s mouth turns down in a severe frown. “Language, little girl.”
Pink blossoms on Juniper’s cheeks. “Sorry, Mommy.”
Wait.
Mommy?
My gaze snaps to my wife, who appears to be deliberately ignoring me in favor of frowning down at the trembling Little girl between us.
My Little girl.
OurLittle girl?
What. The.Fuck.
“Um, so.” Junie’s voice shakes as she continues, still rubbing her palms nervously against her thighs. “As you may or may not know, I’ve been playing with both of you at different clubs for a few months now. And when you both had to cancel our weekly play night for a trip out of town at the same time, I went and did some digging online and found out you were married.”
Shock robs me of all speech as I stare down at my Little girl. But clearly my wife does not have the same problem.
“You set us up.”
