Page 52 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

“Hector”—I stumbled after him—“do you think being out and about on a Saturday is?—”

“I fucked you while you were naked at my club with your father in the other room,” Hector said, louder than he should’ve. A couple of people glanced over at us. “I think going out with you on a busy Saturday will be fine.”

A pretty, young personal shopper approached us, but Hector walked right by her without a second look and headed straight for the women’s section. From what I’d gathered, Hector enjoyed the old-money look, like something you’d find straight out of the beaches of New England in the summer.

I smiled at the woman so she wouldn’t completely despise us and followed Hector. He found a couple of simple pieces of clothing that could be worn on almost any occasion besides formal or black-tie events and then headed to the fitting room.

While I shuffled into the first outfit, I glanced into the mirror to see Hector.

“I expected you to have your mother revise the contract,” he said when we made eye contact, sitting in a suede chair in the corner of the changing room with a smirk on his face. “But I looked it over last night, and there wasn’t anything changed.”

“Should there have been?” I asked.

“No.”

After tugging on a white button-up that cost about one hundred sixty dollars, I twirled around and faced him, brow arched. “Why is that smirk still on your face?” I asked, hands on my hips. “What is it?”

“You did read the contract, didn’t you?”

“Yes, we read it together.”

“And there wasn’t anything that you wanted changed?”

I pressed my lips together, thinking back to when he had caught me reading the contract. I swore I had read everything over, and it had looked completely fine at the time. Hell, even Mom had read it over and thought it was?—

“Oh no,” I whispered, eyes widening.

“Heather, Heather, Heather.” He stood and stalked over to me, his hand capturing my chin and lifting so I looked up at him. He drew a single finger down my chest and between my breasts. “You’re my full-time submissive.”

My throat dried.How did I miss that?!

“Do you know what that means?” he asked.

“That I’m yours whenever you’d like,” I whispered.

“It means that you have the expectation”—he moved closer, so his lips were millimeters away from mine—“to live at my home with me, to let me purchase your clothes and anything that you might need, to let me take care of you.”

While I might be freaking out on the inside, I decided to play it off.

“Sounds likesomeonewants me to depend on him so I can’t leave.”

He stiffened a bit, then let out a small chuckle. “You’re right.”

My eyes widened. “What?”

“I want you to depend on me,” he said, drawing his finger back up my chest, up my neck, and to my chin. “The moment you signed our contract, you became mine. And if you’re my girl, then I’m going to give you everything that you need.”

If I was hisgirl… not his submissive.

While I didn’t have a problem taking Dad’s money because he had spoiled me since I had been a little girl, I felt a little guilty about taking Hector’s money to pay for all my clothes. But if he was going to hold the whole full-time submissive over my head …

Then I planned to use all the benefits that came with it.

I gulped down my fear and met his intense stare.

Full-time submissive.

If he had known since last night, then why hadn’t he asked me to doanythingyet? No sex. No blow jobs. No crawling around his high-rise naked. Heck, he’d even made me breakfast this morning, and we had eaten on his private balcony.

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