Page 50 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

With Heather’shead on my chest, I gently moved my fingertips up and down her upper arm. I didn’t know how her father hadn’t seen us sneak through the main room together after our sexcapade in the hallway.

“I might or might not have something for you,” Heather said, looking up at me.

“Is that so?” I hummed.

After she slipped out of my hold, she scurried out of the bed and found her bag on the dresser. She rummaged through it, tossing out some dirty clothes and grabbing a stack of papers and a pen.

She sashayed back over, naked and so goddamn pretty under the dim light. I turned onto my side and propped my head up on my hand as she sat beside me, draping my arm around her waist.

I looked over her hips to see her flipping through the contract that I had given her, expecting her to have revisions about it. But when she made it to the last page and I spotted her signature on the line, my eyes widened.

“Does this make me your submissive?” she asked, giddy.

I snatched the pen from her and immediately signed the line beside hers. “Now, it does.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You didn’t even read it over.”

“I don’t need to,” I said because I would’ve done anything for her to be my submissive.

“What if I made a revision to it?”

“It wouldn’t matter.”

“What if I forced you to sell me your entire company? Or to, like, give me all your money?”

I tilted my head a couple of centimeters to the side and smiled. “I trust you.”

“You shouldn’t,” she hummed. “I’m a brat.”

“You’re a brat,” I said. “Not a bitch.”

She opened and closed her mouth a handful of times, then peered back at my signature. “I’ve just never seen anyone sign a contract that quickly, especially you. You and my dad go back and forth on contracts for days. Weeks. Why did you sign it so quickly?”

My lips curled into a small smile, a warmth spreading through my chest. “Because.”

Those pretty eyes stared down at me, telling me she wasn’t taking that as an answer.

“Because why?” she asked.

“Why’dyousign it so quickly?” I asked. “You were so eager.”

After crossing her arms over her chest, she smirked. “Because.”

A few quiet moments passed between us, and I hoped that she had signed the contract eagerly and quickly because she felt the same way I did about her. But her bratty little mouth would never admit something like that if I didn’t first.

So, I pulled her down to lie with me. “Have you spoken to your professor?”

She stiffened. “About what? The test?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” she asked, chewing on her cheek. “Was my code that bad?”

“No.” I buried my face into the crook of her neck. “Steven said it was flawless.”

“What?” she asked.

“Have you talked to him?”

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