Page 13 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

Me: Suuuure.

Hector: You wouldn’t be able to handle a real punishment, Heather. You’d be fucking begging me to stop. Crying. Fucking sobbing. But I wouldn’t because you are incapable of learning in other ways.

While Hector might’ve thought that was a punishment, my nipples hardened underneath my shirt, and I couldn’t help the way my pussy clenched over and over. My thong was soaked through already, and I hadn’t even seen him today.

Hector: If you make me find you, it’ll be worse.

Me: I’m shaking in my boots.

My phone immediately began buzzing in my hand, his name on the screen.

I clicked the Ignorebutton. Then, three typing bubbles appeared on the screen.

To be an extra-spicy bitch tonight, I switched off his message and spotted one from my brother, Aaron. We were taking the same business class this semester, except he was an undergrad and Dad’s favorite, and I was in grad school and hated what I was studying.

Aaron: Grades are posted.

Nerves built in my stomach, and I headed to my email.

This was the second time I was taking this class, and I had studied so, so hard.

A single email from my professor.

Heather,

I’m disappointed in your effort so far this semester. See me next class to talk about your failing grade on the most recent test. If you are actually studying the material, you should be doing better than this. Don’t want it to get out to your father that you failed again.

Prof. Eric

Lips quivering, I bit down on my cheek to stop myself from sobbing out loud. I had studied for weeks for this exam and told Hector that I couldn’t meet him until last night because my nights were taken up, trying to learn the material.

Material that wasn’t even relevant to my degree.

And if I didn’t pass this semester, then I would have to retake itagainwith Professor Eric and have to listen to these grueling remarks from not only him, but my father as well. How he wasn’t going to pay if I couldn’t pass. How this should be easy because it had been for him.

Another text from Hector lit up my phone, but I shut it off and stared at my computer.

What was I going to do?

Tears built in my eyes, and I … I let one fall.

Because Dad was right. I was nothing more than a mess.

CHAPTEREIGHT

HECTOR

Grinding my teeth together,I stormed out of my office at Radiant. I had searched all over Pittsburgh tonight just to find Heather. I had gone to her apartment, made it past the security guard, and banged on her door multiple times. Only for no response.

None.

She was taunting me, and she knew it.

“Where the fuck is she?” I growled underneath my breath, heading for Michelle’s office.

She hadn’t answered any of my calls or texts either.

“Have you seen Heather?” I asked Michelle, walking into her room without a knock.

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