Page 26 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

“I already told you that you’re the only woman I’m with right now.”

“Bullshit,” she said. “You’re handsome and successful, and I can’t even pass a class.”

So, that was still weighing on her mind.

I had given her no reason to be jealous of Evelyn—at least I didn’t think I had—and while I might be successful, all my previous relationships hadn’t worked out because I was so deep into my work that I didn’t have much time to devote to my submissive than I would have liked. But that was already different with Heather.

She had mademewait for weeks before meeting because she wanted to study. She didn’t message or call me at every hour of the day, wanting attention, though I would happily give it to her if she did. And she was playing hard to get.

Finally, she glanced over at me with tears trembling in her eyes. “Why was she there?”

I laid out my palm on the table, wanting her to take it. After peering down at it for a moment, she crossed her arms tighter around her body and pressed her lips together, as if she wasn’t going to let me touch her.

And no touching for a guy whose love language was physical touch fucking stung.

After sighing, I pulled my hand away and sat up straight to shake off the sting of her rejection. Something about Heather drove me fucking mad, and I needed her acceptance, her touch,her.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Of course you don’t,” she whispered, turning further away.

Gently cupping her chin, I turned her head toward me. “I’m telling you the truth.”

“How can I trust you?” She pressed her quivering lips together. “My mom trusted my dad, and look at what happened between them.”

Fucking Jacob. He’d always been a player.

“Your dad’s a dick sometimes.” I shook my head. “I’ll be the first to admit that.”

As far as I knew, he put a lot more pressure on Heather than his son, but they still had a decent relationship after he broke up their family. Though the more I thought about why Evelyn had been at Radiant last night …

“I think your father and Evelyn are hooking up.”

Heather probably didn’t believe me in the slightest because it sounded like I was trying to make an excuse for myself and for her, but it was the truth. Evelyn had looked so uncomfortable in front of me while that hum was buzzing through the room.

And if Michelle had taught me anything about sex toys from her business, it was that the hum of her most popular vibrator sounded exactly fucking like that.

“What?” Heather asked.

I furrowed my brows, then shook my head to push the thought away. If Jacob was really sleeping with one of our interns and HR found out about it, I didn’t know what was going to happen to the company or to his stake in it.

“Forget it for now,” I said. I’d deal with that tomorrow. “Did you talk to your professor?”

“Yes,” she said, eyes narrowed, still pissed at me about not letting her come.

“What’d he say?”

She pursed her lips together. “Don’t worry about it.”

“That’s what he told you?”

“No. That’s what I’m telling you because he told me that I can’t do anything about it.”

Somehow, I didn’t think she was telling me the truth. She hadn’t looked me in my eyes since I’d asked about her professor and now sat across from me, twiddling her thumbs way too aggressively to be telling the truth.

She jumped up from the table. “I’m going to use the bathroom.”

“Heather,” I warned, “if you touch yourself?—”

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