18. Chapter 18
Chapter eighteen
Jack:
Please explain to me why I just found out about your recital in Carnegie Hall next week? Where is my invite?
Margot:
OMG, so dramatic…Mom was supposed to tell you!
Can you come?
Jack:
I have a business dinner that evening in NYC already…
I’ll see if I can get them to push it back.
Margot:
Don’t do that! Seriously, it’s not a big deal.
Jack:
It is. You’re playing with the Philharmonic! Even if you weren’t…
No way would I miss this, Margot. You’re more important than the business. Always.
Margot:
Pinky promise?
Jack:
Pinky promise, Princess. You’re more important than anything.
Margot:
WHO is the woman with you in the club’s post from today?
Jack:
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Margot:
The platinum blonde! Your arm is around her, and you look pretty cozy.
Who is she?
Jack:
That’s Stella, one of our new featured performers for theme nights. She’s a contortionist and is going to do some circus-themed stuff for us.
Margot:
Oh.
Jack:
Jealous, Princess?
Margot:
I just thought it was weird. I usually don’t see you with blondes.
Jack:
You’re the only blonde for me.
Margot:
I better be… :)
Jack:
Why is your location in the middle of a field at 3 a.m.??
Answer your phone, Margot. This isn’t funny, and I’m not laughing.
Margot:
Some of my friends invited me to a country music rave!
It honestly sucks, but they have a frozen daiquirita machine…
You should come!
Jack:
I’m in another state, Princess. You need to go home.
I just called your driver. He’ll be there soon, and you’re going home with him.
Margot:
I’m fine, Jack…seriously. I’ve had like two drinks. We’re just dancing. You’re not my dad.
Jack:
You’re right, I’m not. If I were, I would have spanked you more and let you get away with less, and you wouldn’t be such a brat, putting yourself in dangerous fucking situations.
Margot:
You want to spank me?
Jack:
At this moment? Yes. You have no idea how badly.
You can’t just be out at 3 a.m., Margot. That shit isn’t safe.
You should have told me you wanted to go to this thing, and I could have flown up to be with you.
Margot:
Have you ever wanted to spank me before?
Jack:
…You told me you weren’t drunk.
Margot:
I’m not…
Jack:
Answer your phone, or the next time I see you, I’m absolutely spanking you.
Jack:
Who is this asshole you’re hugging on your page, and why are you in Miami?
Margot:
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Jack:
This guy. Blond. Tall. Skinny like a string bean.
Margot:
You used to call me string bean. Was that an insult??
Jack:
Don’t play dumb and try to deflect, Margot. Who is this asshole?
Margot:
I’ve hugged a lot of guys in my time, Jack. I didn’t post anyone. He must have tagged me. Sometimes I forget how old you are and that you don’t understand how Instagram works.
Jack:
That’s twice now you’ve just gone off to party with people I don’t know, Princess. It’s like you want to piss me off.
Margot:
Maybe I do.
Maybe I was told bad girls get spankies. And maybe I want spankies, Jack.
Jack:
Jesus Christ, Margot. When are you coming back to NYC?
I had meetings in the city today, and I had hoped to see you.
Margot:
:( If you had told me, I wouldn’t have come to Miami.
Jack:
This is why you should stay where I know where you are at all times, Princess. Then I can make sure to come see you at the right time.
Margot:
But one good thing did come out of this trip. Look at how nice my tan is in my new bikini!
Jack:
I’m going to spank your ass raw for letting anyone else see you like that, baby girl.
Margot:
Anyone *else* huh? ;)
Jack:
Anyone*
Either turn your location back on on your phone, or send me your address.
We’ll go to dinner and then I’ll escort you back to NYC.
Margot:
;)
Jack:
Okay, Princess. We’ll do this the hard way. See you soon.
Margot:
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Jack:
?? What?
Margot:
Can this call wait? I’m busy.
Jack:
Busy doing what? It’s like 10 p.m. I wanted to tell you about the fuckup at the club tonight so you know why your brother is losing his mind.
Margot:
I’m preoccupied.
Jack:
….
Do you have a guy over? Is it that fucker from Miami?
I swear to God, Margot, you can do so much better than him.
He’s not worth your time.
Margot:
NO, JACK!
Nobody is here except me.
But I was trying to masturbate, which you’ve now ruined with your interrogation, so thanks for that.
Jack:
Masturbate?
Margot:
Yes, Jack. Relief. Masturbation. Flicking the bean.
Battery-powered fun times. Self-love.
Jack:
Okay, I can’t listen to you talk about masturbation anymore
I’m sorry. Just. Let’s move on. Jesus, I wish I had never asked.
Margot:
Fine, we can move on.
Jack:
Thank you.
Margot:
*Mr. Bean GIF*