Page 4 of Forbidden Hunger

“Hugh will pick you both up this afternoon,” I tell the girls when we reach the school.

Eden beams at me. “Thanks, Dad,” she says as she scrambles from the car.

“Thank you, Mr. Drake.” Tori doesn’t meet my eyes. I don’t correct her for using my last name.

Maybe some formality is what we need to survive this.

When they’re gone, I let my head fall back against the seat and press the heels of my hands to my eyes. “Fuck.”

There’s nothing for it. Somehow, we have to get through this. Blowing out a breath, I pull out my phone to check for messages.

Sweet, petite Tori is going to be living with us. Indefinitely.

And I have to pretend that my fondest wish isn’t to fuck her brains out.

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