Page 18 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

“Get me an interview at your father’s company,” he said.

“No.”

“Then, you’ll fail again.”

“What?!” I exclaimed. “Why?!”

“Don’t ask questions,” Eric said. “I want an interviewanda job.”

Still recovering from the shit he had just said to my face, I pressed my lips together and walked out of his office. If he thought I was going to cheat my way through class, then he had another thing coming. If he failed me again, then I’d report him to the dean for bribing.

Because fuck him.

He deserved to be run over by a car multiple times.

Mumbling curse words under my breath, I stomped out of the building and headed to my car parked a couple of blocks down. Wind seared my face, making it even more difficult to walk in the dark. Once I reached my car, I slammed the door shut and blasted the heat.

Fuck Eric.

In a stressed and pissed-off mess—because of Professor Prick—I furiously drove to Radiant. I had told Hector that I’d be there at eight, and my car clock read 8:14. But he’d understand, right?

Or maybe he’d punish me for it.

Warmth gushed between my thighs, and I used it to forget about Eric.

All I wanted was Hector to use me, to help me forget about my grade, about how much I didn’t really want to finish this business degree, and about the pressure that Dad constantly put on me to live up to the legacy myyoungerbrother was already leaving.

Once I found an open parking spot, I parked on the side of the road and hurried through the chilly winds to Radiant. One of the reasons that I liked being a brat, especially for Hector, was that I didn’t have to care so much about what he thought about me.

I didn’t have to care about my grades, nor what a mess my life was turning out to be. I pushed through the first set of blacked-out doors, past Radiant security. I could do what I wanted and get pleasure from it.

When I pushed open the second set of doors, I bumped into someone.

“Oh, sorry,” a woman said, walking toward the exit with a collar on her neck.

My eyes widened.

Evelyn.

The woman who was supposed to be working under Hector. The woman who I would never ever compare to in terms of looks and in business. The woman who was now at Radiant, where Hector was supposed to be tonight.

Evelyn widened her eyes at me, her cheeks flushed red.

What is she doing here?!

She opened her mouth, then shut it. Once. Then twice. Then, she hurried out of the building. I stared after her, eyes filling with tears because I couldn’t think straight or logically at this point. Professor Prick had already gotten so deep into my head with that stupid, snide comment. Now, one of the prettiest girls was walking out of Radiant.

The BDSM sex club that Hector owned.

So, I did the only logical thing I could think of and walked out too.

CHAPTERELEVEN

HECTOR

With my teeth clenched,I glared out my office window and down at Pittsburgh.

Where the hell is Heather?

---