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“But for what?”

“Maybe he prefers … something else and isn’t sure if you’re ready for it,” I suggested.

Though I wasn’t completely sure. This world was so new to me, but there were some things that I realized Hector enjoyed more than others, kinks that I would’ve never explored without his guidance.

She chewed on the inside of her cheek. “What else could he be into? He’s relatively open with me, at least about sex.”

I moved closer to her on the couch and gently nudged her shoulder with mine. “I know you’ve wanted a family since what happened a few years ago, but don’t be so hard on yourself. I don’t even know Steven, but he seems really happy with you.”

She frowned. “What can it be? What do I need to fix about myself?”

“Nothing!” I exclaimed way too loudly that I caught everyone’s attention. After recovering by throwing Steven, Hector, and Michelle a small smile, I cleared my throat and lowered my voice. “You don’t have to change anything about yourself. He might just be into … something different. And there’s nothing wrong with you both learning what you’re into.”

Tears welled in Sierra’s eyes. “I don’t want to be with anyone but him. What do you think he’s into?”

After shrugging, I looped my arm around hers and rested my head on her shoulder. “I don’t know. You should talk to him about it. Hector is into some more punishment and discipline kind of stuff. It could be something darker that Steven hasn’t shown you yet.”

Sierra chewed on the inside of her cheek and caught Steven peering at her from the table with his siblings. Once she shot him a small smile, she glanced down at her lap, desperately trying to hold back a frown.

“Stop getting into your own head about this,” I said.

“I’m not,” she reassured.

“You totally are.”

Gulping, she turned back to Steven, who waltzed over this way. “I’m not.”

“Are you okay, love?” Steven asked, sitting next to her on the couch, his arm curling around her shoulders and his worried gaze on her. “You look like you’re about to get sick or cry, or …bothright now.”

My lips curled into a small smile because I was so happy that she’d finally found someone who cared deeply for her, and I excused myself to give them some privacy. I’d just had to open my big mouth and say something when I really shouldn’t have.

Phone buzzing in my purse, I yanked it out halfway to meet Hector in the kitchen to see a text from nobody other than … Mom.

Mom: Hope you’re having a good dinner!

I frowned and rechecked my messages from Dad to see all the ones I had sent him a couple of days ago. Nothing else, not even possible text bubbles to dance around the screen. I placed the phone back down and looked up at Hector, who smiled softly at me.

He knew that I had been waiting for my father to text or call me, but he hadn’t pushed me to drop it or to text my dad. He had spent all day with me, distracting me from the thought, and I didn’t think I could ever be more grateful than how I felt right now.

To me, it didn’t matter whether or not he had collared me yet. I was taking it day by day and slowly realizing that maybe being a full-time submissive for him wasn’t a bad idea.

CHAPTERFIFTY-SEVEN

HECTOR

Half drunk off champagne,Heather swayed on her seat next to me in the dining room. I had given her all the orgasms that she could possibly need this morning as a gift, but I wanted to give her one more gift tonight.

I leaned toward her. “Want to head out?”

“I’m sleepy,” she mumbled, nodding and closing her eyes, phone in hand.

She had been checking it throughout the night, waiting for Jacob to text or call her. And I really wished that man would. If he didn’t by the end of the night, then there would be another fight at work on Monday.

That asshole had two hours left.

“I’ll get your coat.”

I stood and headed toward the coat closet. After grabbing my coat, I shrugged it on and draped Heather’s over my forearm, catching Steven in the kitchen.

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