Page 25 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

HECTOR

Sittingin my high-rise that overlooked Pittsburgh, I glanced across the table at Heather, who slammed her knife into the steak I’d made her after she finally calmed down back at the office and agreed to be good for me.

“Do you need help with that?” I asked.

“No,” she growled sharply. “I’m perfectly capable.”

After finally cutting off the first piece, she popped it into her mouth. Then, she wiped her face with a napkin and gazed at the bright city lights dancing in the night sky. “I can’t believe you’re making me go an entire day without coming.”

While a statement like that from any other submissive would’ve annoyed me, I liked playing this little game with Heather. I highly doubted that she’d actually be able to not touch herself all night, and I couldn’t wait to punish her for it tomorrow.

I swished some tequila in my mouth and swallowed it. “Why do you want to be collared?”

I had collared submissives before in the past and had been with them under a contract, but none of them had asked me to collar them as quickly as Heather had, especially after she had been giving me the cold shoulder since last night.

“So I can be the only one that you’re with,” Heather said, as if it were obvious.

My hand tightened around the glass. “That’s a terrible reason.”

Heather snapped her gaze up to mine, then narrowed her eyes. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me loud and clear, Heather.”

After sending me daggers across the table, she crossed her arms. “It’s not a good enough reason that I want to be the only woman that you’re fucking? Noted. I’ll go find someone else to sleep around with then too. You know there’s this guy in my?—”

I growled at the brattiness coming out of her mouth. She would be with nobody else and would definitely learn not to even have those fucking thoughts, period. Heather was all mine, and I refused to let anyone else have her.

“I’m not going to collar you,” I clarified, “because you haven’t earned it.”

“What do you mean, I haven’t earned it?!” she exclaimed, leaning forward. “I let you tie me up in your office while my father was in the other room and watched you come! If that doesn’t mean I earned it, then I don’t know what you want from me.”

“I want you to listen to me.”

“No, you don’t,” she said, leaning back. “You love putting me in my place.”

I pressed my lips together because I couldn’t argue with her. I loved having the power over her, but I wanted her to work for it, to show me—even though she was pissed at me for whatever reason last night—that she wouldn’t abandon me.

As the thought crossed my mind, I stiffened. Out of all the women that I had been with before her, I never had to fear that they’d leave me. They might have not asked to be collared right away, but I had known they wouldn’t leave.

But Heather?

She was much younger, bratty but intelligent, and my best friend’s daughter.

She had a million reasons to leave me at any time. Hell, what would happen when she finally finished college? What about that guy she had asked her father to bring on vacation with us a couple of years ago? I knew nothing about her personal life or who she was involved with.

And it fucking terrified me to commit to an independent woman like her.

“Why are you so caught up on Evelyn?” I asked, realizing that her jealousy stemmed from her. “I already told you that?—”

“Because she was at Radiant last night!” Heather snapped, then immediately turned away from me and crossed her arms over her chest, cheeks reddening. “That’s why I’m so caught up on her, Hector.”

“She was at Radiant last night?” I asked because I didn’t remember seeing her.

“Don’t play dumb with me,” she said through her teeth, though her eyes were glistening under the candlelight. “She’s the prettiest girl who works in your office, and she was at Radiant last night. I can put two and two together.”

“You think I’m sleeping with her?”

“Yes, I think you’re sleeping with her.”

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