CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
ASH
Dani burststhrough the door of her father’s office.
“They’ve assured me they won’t follow up on the story, but I’ve had to promise them an exclusive behind the stage insight if the tour goes well. Apparently, the channel’s social media is going crazy with fans wanting to know Ash’s whereabouts and if he’s okay. Your little stunt this morning might actually be a positive.” She raises her brows.
“Mine?” I’m so fucking mad, I feel my jaw tick. “This has nothing to do with me.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she winks.
“This is nowhere near funny Dani. Do you know how much damage this has caused?”
“I don’t know why you’re shouting at me.”
“Alright, you two. Ash—I said I’ll deal with it, and I will,” Bernie interrupts.
I’ve spent the last twenty minutes explaining exactly what happened the night Dani pounced on me and how I got propositioned by the other girl. I was nervous about explaining his daughter’s actions, but he didn’t seem surprised.
“Anyway, where were you last night, exactly?” Bernie asks.
“I overslept.”
“That’s not what I asked. You weren’t in your hotel room, so where were you when you overslept? Or rather, who were you with?”
I rub my eyes, not answering him.
“Tell him, Ash.” Dani gloats.
I glare towards her; my eyes tightening.
“Alright Dani, you can go now.”
“But Dad,”
Bernie’s baritone voice shuts her down. “I said go. I’m not best pleased with you, young lady.”
Dani pouts like a child and screws up her nose at me before she leaves. Jesus, she can be fucking immature at times. I’m glad she’s gone; I was losing my cool. However, Bernie’s next question knocks me off balance.
“Did you visit Calla last night?”
There’s no point in trying to lie. “Yeah, I think you know I did.”
He sighs. “What does she make of all this?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Hmm, that doesn’t sound good.” He gets up from behind his desk and lays a hand on my shoulder. “I don’t want to say I told you?—”
“Then don’t,” I snap before I remember who I’m talking to. “Please, don’t Bernie.”
He gives me a sympathetic smile, then takes a seat on the sofa in his office. “Did you catch up with your mother at all?”
“Yeah, she was pleased to see me.”
“Good. Did you tell her about the tour? I bet she’s proud.”
“She is, no matter what I do, Bern. You know my Mum.”I smile. “Then I had to explain we were away for three months.”
