Page 36 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

Steven chuckled. “Patience.”

After gritting my teeth, I turned my glare on my sister. “Well, I have none for you.”

“Makes sense,” Michelle said, tilting her head the way she did right before she was about to try therapy on me that she’d learned in college twenty fucking years ago. “You crave control, but now, you have a sub who hates giving it to you. Your patience is thinning with me, so you can provide?—”

“I need a fucking drink.” I grabbed one from the passing waiter and sat beside Steven. “From here on out, I’m going to tune her out whenever she gets into the therapy talk because I can’t deal with her diagnosing me.”

Because she was spot-on every single fucking time.

And I hated it.

“Ah, the therapy talk.” Steven chuckled. “I got that last month.”

“Well, if either of you actually went to a therapist, I wouldn’t have to put my expertise to the test.” She sat on the edge of the couch and crossed her legs. “You know, talking to someone could be really healthy for both of you, could help clear your minds.”

“I clear my mind by?—”

“Fucking your sub?” Michelle smirked. “Isn’t that her, standing by the bar and talking to?—”

Before she could even finish her sentence, I twisted my head to see Heather standing at the bar with a teal-colored drink in her hand and Jameson Hart next to her …flirting.I gritted my teeth and stormed over to her.

“Heather,” I growled to myself. “If this is her way of teasing me …”

“Do you know where Hector is?” she asked Jameson.

Jameson’s gaze lifted to mine, and he cleared his throat and nodded past her.

I curled my arm around Heather’s waist and drew her toward me. “Jameson.”

“Hector, we were just?—”

“She’s mine,” I said, cutting him off because Jameson loved to flirt with anyone.

But I wasn’t lettinganyoneelse have Heather.

“I was just asking him where you were …” Heather trailed off.

Not wanting any ogling eyes on us, I twirled Heather around and headed for the glass rooms so nobody would see us together—or see how possessive I was over her. For fuck’s sake, her father now came here after I idiotically mentioned it to him a few months back. And now, I had to ensure that he didn’t see me with his daughter.

Heather widened her eyes and pushed her thighs together. “What was that?”

“That was me not liking the way he was looking at you.”

She smirked. “You’re acting jealous.”

After opening the door to my room for the night, I followed her inside and shut the door. “You’re right. I’m jealous because I don’t want any other man to even think about you the way that I do.” I stalked closer to her. “You’re all mine.”

CHAPTERTWENTY

HEATHER

“If you’rethat possessive over me”—I smirked—“maybe you should collar me.”

Hector drew his tongue across his teeth, his hand slithering from my elbow, up my arm, and then around the front of my neck, as if it were a collar. “I already told you that you’ll be collared when you’ve earned it.”

I batted my lashes and shuffled backward until my legs hit the bed. “But I have been.”

“No, you followed one of my orders,” he clarified. “Haven’t you?”

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