Page 5 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

“Stay put,” I said again so she wouldn’t leave.

After slipping out the door, I headed straight for my office. I shouldn’t have let that happen. But I loved putting brats into their places, and, God, did Heather love being a brat. She had always been one around her parents, and every damn time … I had to hold myself back from bending her over my knee and spanking her straight in front of her father.

My dick stiffenedagainin my pants as I thought about how much she’d love that.

If he found out that I’d fucked her, everything that I had worked so hard for would be over.

“The hell are you going in such a rush?” Charlie, an adult-film actor, asked.

“I need a drink,” I murmured.

“Bar is that way,” Charlie said, nodding in the opposite direction.

After sighing, I stopped and glanced over the railing and down into the bar area, where people were dancing, drinking, and watching other members fuck in the next room. I ran a hand through my hair and cursed under my breath.

“What’re you doing up here?” I asked.

A small smirk crossed his face. “Reserving a glass room.”

“For?” I asked, arching a brow.

“If I shoot any more videos at my house, Athena is going to figure out what I do.”

I leaned back against the railing and shoved a hand into my pocket. “I thought you had a thing for her?”

He tensed. “Who told you that?”

“You talk about her all the time.”

“She’s my best friend.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Plus, she doesn’t like me like that.” He glanced over my shoulder and toward the way I had come. “Anyway, I gotta get home. We’re watching a movie tonight, and if I’m late again, she’s going to ask questions.”

As he headed down the hall, I shook my head and continued toward the offices.

Michelle, my adopted sister, walked down the hall toward me, black red-bottomed shoes clacking against the floor. I let out another audible sigh because I knew that I would be stopped yet again. Michelle loved talking our brother Steven’s ear off. And when he wasn’t around, she bothered me.

“Who’s the girl?” Michelle hummed.

“What girl?”

“The girl who just snuck out of your room?”

“For fuck’s sake,” I mumbled, storming away from Michelle and back to the room.

Heather was gone.

A low growl escaped my throat, and I headed toward the bar.

If she left after I explicitly told her not to … if she slipped and told her father that she had come here tonight to meet someone, he would ask me about it. And I’d have to lie to him. After all the damn years we’d worked together.

“Heather!” I called over the music, scanning the crowd for any sight of her.

I searched the crowd. Once. Twice. Then a third time.

Nothing.

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