Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
HECTOR
Sitting at my desk that overlooked Pittsburgh, I stared out the window and blew out a long breath. I hadn’t been able to look Jacob, Heather’s father, in his eye all day, and if I didn’t start soon, he’d begin to notice.
What I had done was wrong. So, so wrong.
His daughter, who he trusted me with, was now mine. I had taken her virginity.
Without mercy.
I didn’t care about the consequences. All I cared about was being with her, punishing her, making her mine after all these goddamn years that she had teased me, taunted me, tormented me with those not-so-innocent glances.
Someone knocked on my door, and I glanced up to see Jacob with Evelyn, file in hand.
Evelyn waved the file at me. “We picked these up from the financial department—Q4 documents.”
Jacob released a sigh. “We should talk about them.”
Fuck. “What is it this time?”
After they both sat in front of my desk, I kept my gaze on the file that Evelyn held against her chest. I couldn t believe what I had done not once, but twice last night. Heather knew exactly what she was fucking doing with being a brat.
It was hard for me to believe that she actually had been a virgin.
“Are you okay?” Jacob asked.
“I’m fine,” I said quickly, pulling my gaze away. “Just stressed.”
Because I fucked your daughter, and now, I can’t get enough of her.
“What’s up?” he asked.
We had been friends for so long that he knew exactly when something was wrong, when I was stressed about something other than work. I confided in him with everything. But this this was off the table. What would happen when he found out what I had done to his daughter?
My pants tightened around my crotch, and I thanked the god that I didn’t fucking believe in that I had been sitting behind my desk.
It wasn’t like Heather hadn’t wanted it. We’d talked online for so long. She marched right into my club. And she didn’t leave when she found out who I really was.
But hell, neither had I.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.
I let out another long breath and ran a hand over my face. “No, I’m good.”
“You know you can tell me anything.”
I bit back a chuckle because, no, I couldn t.
I nodded to the folder. “What’s this report about?”
Evelyn handed me the folder.
“Just some numbers for the past year. The company has grown about twenty-four percent since last quarter, mainly because of Evelyn’s efforts. Nothing bad.” He chuckled. “I just like to get you riled up sometimes.”
I rolled my eyes because he had done this since we d started the company five years ago, and I should ve known better. But I couldn t think straight. All day, I had been thinking about her. Nobody and nothing else but her.
The way she’d stared up at me last night. How much control she had given me … or more like how much I had taken from her. And how much possessiveness had crossed her face right before I was about to come.
“Great job, Evelyn,” I offered.
I honestly didn’t really like her, and I didn’t want her working under me. Hell, I didn’t need to babysit anyone else. She was one of our employee’s daughters who was studying business, intelligent and nothing more than an intern who had been with us for almost a year now. Plus, I thought Jacob had a thing for her.
My phone buzzed on the desk, and I tilted it an inch toward me to see the notification.
But my facial recognition immediately unlocked the phone, and a message from Heather appeared on the screen. And it wasn’t just a normal message from my best friend’s daughter, but a fucking nude with the caption, Bet you can’t guess what I’m doing without your permission.
Pants tightening even more, I immediately turned off the phone and slid it into my pocket. I glanced over at Jacob, who didn t even realize that his own innocent daughter s nude would be plastered on my screen if I were to open it again.
She was going to get me in so much fucking trouble.
But she was not getting away with that.
No fucking way.
Her bratty ass hadn t learned last night when I put her in her place. But one of these days she d learn. I didn t care what it took. I didn t care how long I had to tie her up. I didn t care how many times I would force her to come over and over and over again. She might be crying by the end of tonight, but she would learn.
I wasn’t gonna let her get away with this.
For the first eighteen years of my life, someone else had had control. Someone else had beaten me or scarred me, locked me on a chain out in the rain with dogs bred to fight. And now that I had control I wanted all of it.
Especially with her.
“By the way”—Evelyn cleared her throat—“I’m happy to work underneath you.”
“Yes, me too,” I lied. “Make sure you’re in the office by six every morning.”
“Yes, sir .”
“Address me by Hector,” I clarified, glancing down at my phone.
Because Sir and Master were reserved for someone else.
Someone who would learn the meaning of those words tonight.