Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
HEATHER
“They totally fucked.” Sierra giggled at me, gaze lingering on Athena at the counter of Carnegie Coffee Company.
Athena hadn t messaged us back since last night, and this d only solidified that the running joke that she and Charlie were hooking up was true.
Athena grabbed her Ashley’s Egg Sandwich from the counter and walked over to us, her skin glowing and a huge smile on her face. She slowed down her pace, noticing Sierra’s wicked expression, and then eventually stopped. “What?”
“Is he good?” Sierra asked, wiggling her brows.
“Is who good?”
“Charlie.”
After an exaggerated eye roll, Athena sat next to me and grabbed her sandwich. If we ever get together-and we will not because we’re strictly friends—you will be the first ones to know about it, okay?”
“Somehow”—Sierra tapped her chin—“I feel like that’s a lie.”
“Come on,” Athena hummed. “You think I’d be able to keep it to myself? Heather couldn’t.”
Sierra snapped her gaze to me, eyes wide. “You what?”
With my phone in hand, impatiently waiting for Hector to text me back, I pressed my lips together, cheeks burning. Oh, well, I might or might not have hooked up with my father s best friend last night and -
Sierra slammed her hands against the table and stood. “And you didn’t tell me?!”
“Well, you were with Professor Big Dick last night.”
Athena smirked as if she was enjoying the drama. Heather is hooking up with her father s best friend. Sierra s sleeping with her sex ed professor. And it s always me who is the topic of everyone’s slutty conversations.”
“Because it’s obvious that you and Charlie are fucking,” someone said behind us.
Sun-Hee, Sun for short, walked up to our table and dumped her backpack beside Sierra. She was the fourth in our friend group and had been in Pittsburgh with us since undergrad. Back then, we d shared a four-girl dorm room.
While Sun grabbed some coffee from the counter, I slouched down in my seat and opened my messages to Hector. I had sent him some spicy ones earlier today while he was at work and I was relaxing back in my apartment.
It had been weeks since I d last had an afternoon to myself because I had been studying nonstop for Professor Eric s exam about the tech side of business-I honestly still couldn t wrap my mind around that course-and toying with Hector while he was at work with my father had seemed like the perfect way to pass time.
Me: Whoops … these were supposed to go to someone else. xx
My lips curled into a smirk at the thought of him reading my messages and getting so pissed off at my brattiness. He had made it clear last night that he loved putting me in my place, loved fucking the brat right out of me.
Hector: Where are you?
Me: Why don’t you come find me? 3
Hector: I’m not playing with you, Heather. Where the fuck are you?
I ground my legs together underneath the table, heat coursing through my body.
Me: What are you going to do when you find me?
Hector: Nothing that you’ll enjoy.
Me: Hmm … I doubt that. I quite enjoyed last night. xx
Hector: I was going easy on you last night.
Me: Suuuure.
Hector: You wouldn t be able to handle a real punishment, Heather. You d be fucking begging me to stop. Crying. Fucking sobbing. But I wouldn t because you are incapable of learning in other ways.
While Hector might’ve thought that was a punishment, my nipples hardened underneath my shirt, and I couldn’t help the way my pussy clenched over and over. My thong was soaked through already, and I hadn’t even seen him today.
Hector: If you make me find you, it’ll be worse.
Me: I’m shaking in my boots.
My phone immediately began buzzing in my hand, his name on the screen.
I clicked the Ignore button. Then, three typing bubbles appeared on the screen.
To be an extra-spicy bitch tonight, I switched off his message and spotted one from my brother, Aaron. We were taking the same business class this semester, except he was an undergrad and Dad’s favorite, and I was in grad school and hated what I was studying.
Aaron: Grades are posted.
Nerves built in my stomach, and I headed to my email.
This was the second time I was taking this class, and I had studied so, so hard.
A single email from my professor.
Heather,
I m disappointed in your effort so far this semester. See me next class to talk about your failing grade on the most recent test. If you are actually studying the material, you should be doing better than this. Don t want it to get out to your father that you failed again.
Prof. Eric
Lips quivering, I bit down on my cheek to stop myself from sobbing out loud. I had studied for weeks for this exam and told Hector that I couldn’t meet him until last night because my nights were taken up, trying to learn the material.
Material that wasn t even relevant to my degree.
And if I didn’t pass this semester, then I would have to retake it again with Professor Eric and have to listen to these grueling remarks from not only him, but my father as well. How he wasn’t going to pay if I couldn’t pass. How this should be easy because it had been for him.
Another text from Hector lit up my phone, but I shut it off and stared at my computer.
What was I going to do?
Tears built in my eyes, and I … I let one fall.
Because Dad was right. I was nothing more than a mess.