Page 7 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

Besides, Idefinitelyhadn’t left to piss off Hector.

He had wanted me to stay put in some BDSM club that I had only gone to so I could lose my virginity, and I didn’t like being told what to do. I hated it. Especially because Mom and Dad tried to control my life enough.

Every single time that I was bratty in front of my parents, he looked at me like he wanted to put me in my place. Now, he could. And I had walked out of that club—run out of the club—like I wanted him to.

“Movie night again?” I hummed.

She smiled softly. “Yes.”

“When are you going to finally admit that you love him?”

She rolled her eyes. “I do not love him. We’re just friends.”

“Friends who fuck?”

Suddenly, her eyes became even wider. “We do not.”

I giggled. “But you want to.”

After waving her hand dismissively at me, she walked to the door. “I’ll see you later.”

Before she could slip out the door, I jogged over and grabbed her wrist. “Please.”

If she didn’t stay, Hector would be over soon. Punishing me. And, hell, I didn’t know if I would be ready for what he had in store for me. I was all talk, zero play until tonight in that sex club of his, lying on that bed …

“I have to go,” she said. “Charlie is waiting for me.”

After shaking me off, she sent me a supportive smile and slipped out of the apartment. I sighed and shut the door after her, sulking back to the couch. I collapsed onto it, left alone with my thoughts and his cum buried deep in my pussy.

Moonlight and the light hum of cars on Fifth Avenue drifted through the apartment. I stared through the large windows and shook my head, still unable to believe what had actually happened tonight.

I’d lost my virginity tonight.

My fucking virginity.

To my father’s best friend.

Since senior year of high school, I’d had the biggest goddamn crush on that man, though I never thought that I would actually have a chance with him. And yet the world had seemed to drop this right into my lap.

A few moments later, someone banged on the front door. I leaped up from the couch and walked over to the door, searching the kitchen for Athena’s keys because if she was back so soon, it meant that she’d completely forgotten them.

“Don’t tell me that you forgot your keys this time. You always do?—”

Instead of Athena, Hector stood at my door with his brows furrowed in an angry stare and a rope in his hands.

CHAPTERFIVE

HEATHER

“What-what are you doing here?”I asked, backing up into the apartment.

Hector stalked into the room, shut the door behind him, and locked it, the thick black rope dangling from his hand and dragging against the floor with every step that he took toward me. “You know why I’m here.”

After regaining from the shock of why he had rope, I cleared my throat. “No, I don’t.”

But I knew why he was here. I had run away from him when he told me not to.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Heather.”

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