Page 46 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

“Mom!”

Mom giggled. “Oh, it’s definitely someone who will piss your father off.”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I shoved the contract into my backpack. “It is definitely nobody who comes over to the Christmas parties …” Though it one hundred percent was someone who came over for more than just a couple of parties.

Mom just couldn’t know that.

While my parents weren’t together anymore, they still talked. And I would much rather themnottalk about who I was dating. They could rave about my brother all they wanted, but as soon as Hector and I came out of their mouths …

I would die. Literally die.

When Mom began asking Sierra about her sex life—because Mom loved all the tea and gossip—I pulled out my phone and scrolled to Hector’s contact, my core growing warm at all the dirty messages that he had sent me today.

Me: When I sign the contract, am I officially your submissive?

Three little bubbles appeared on the screen, and then a message came through.

Hector: Yes.

Warmth spread throughout my body, and I pressed my thighs together discreetly underneath the table.

Me: Well then, I’ll see you in a couple of hours, Sir.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

HEATHER

Two hours later,I shuffled through the doors at Radiant and headed straight for the restroom to put on something a bit … sexier than I had on now. After Mom had left the coffee shop earlier, I had bought a fitted dress at a sex shop and decided to surprise Hector.

As his submissive for the first time.

I leaned across the counter in the restroom, applying some mascara.

Would he go easy on me because I’d signed his contract even if I was a brat? Or would he be even stricter with his punishments, forcing me to crawl around Radiant in this dress, my drooling pussy on display while I asked other Doms about what kind of punishment Hector should give me tonight?

Warmth spread through my body, and I pressed my thighs together.

Hector could never find out how hot I thought all his punishments really were.

Because he’d take them all away.

After the toilet flushed, someone opened the stall door behind me. I glanced in the mirror to catch Evelyn heading toward the sinks where I stood.

When she saw me, she stopped in her tracks and widened her eyes. “Heather, I?—”

I placed my mascara down and twisted my head. “Please, don’t tell me my dad is here.”

She placed her purse on the counter. “Maybe.”

“Hector and I—I mean …” I started, scratching the back of my head.

Oh shit. Why’d I let that slip?

“I know you’re sleeping with him,” she said. “It’s okay.”

My eyes widened, and I grabbed her hand. “Please, don’t tell my father.”

She paused for a moment, then giggled. “Don’t worry. I won’t.”

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