Page 19 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

She had told me that she’d be at Radiant at eight last night. Except eight came and went, then nine came and went, and then it was suddenly midnight, and she hadn’t shown her face once. Hadn’t answered my calls or my texts.

Buses stopped at the corner down on the street below and picked up passengers. I stood up and walked closer to the window, my hands balled into fists and stuffed deep into my pockets.

This morning, I had been nervous that something had happened to her, but then I’d heard Jacob talking on the phone with her during lunch. Less than a fucking hour ago! She had to have seen my messages and was intentionally ignoring them.

A low growl escaped my throat.

Acting like her usual bratty self.

“Mr. Patton?” Evelyn cleared her throat from my desk, sitting in one of the seats and glancing up at me over one of the files. She anxiously bounced her foot up and down. “What do you think?”

I ran a hand over my face and headed back to my desk, completely forgetting that she was here to review financial information with me that we’d received from the finance team this morning.

Low hums drifted through the room, and I glanced toward the vent. “Do you hear that?”

After clearing her throat and crossing her legs, she placed the file on my desk. “No.”

Once I grabbed it from her, I leaned back in my seat and flipped through it. My phone sat on my desk, face up with a black screen. It was almost the end of the day, and I still hadn’t received any messages from Heather yet.

“What do you think?” Evelyn continued. “I’ve created a plan for us to?—”

Someone knocked on the door, and then Jacob walked into the room, gaze on Evelyn. Her cheeks tinted red, and she pressed her thighs together even harder. I arched a brow at them, then lifted my gaze to Heather.

Dressed in a short white tennis skirt and a high ponytail, she followed Jacob into my office. I turned back toward the window and cursed underneath my breath.

What is she doing here?! Teasing me. Taunting me. Thinking I won’t make a move.

“Evelyn,” Jacob said. “Working hard?”

Yet I couldn’t care less about what was going on between Jacob and Evelyn.

“Good afternoon, Heather,” I hummed, watching her closely.

“Mr. Patton,” Heather sneered, not looking up at me once.

No Sir. No Hector. Just Mr. Patton.

A brat. A fucking brat.

I drew my tongue across the front of my teeth. “What are you doing here?”

I’m going to fucking punish her. So hard until she’s crying those pretty tears.

For the first time today, she lifted her gaze to me. “Helping my father.”

Jacob placed his hand over his right pocket, then his left. “Give me a second before our meeting. I left my book in my office.”

Unlike usual, Evelyn didn’t follow after him when he slipped out the door. She stayed glued to the spot, the hum of the AC drifting even louder through the room. I walked around my desk as Heather shuffled some papers together on a side table.

Not giving a fuck about what Evelyn thought, I grabbed Heather’s ponytail and pulled back on it so she’d stare up at me with those huge fuck-me eyes. “If you think I won’t punish you while your father’s here, you’re wrong,” I whispered to her.

“Evelyn is?—”

“Do you understand me?” I asked quietly.

She pressed her lips together and stared up at me, her ass pressed against the front of my pants. Instead of nodding like a good girl, she arched her back and moved her ass against my bulge, my dick throbbing.

“Hector, you?—”

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