Chapter 95

I shake the thoughts from my head, grabbing my laptop and burying myself in work for an hour or two. I try to keep my focus on my screen, but my eyes keep drifting over it, toward her. She’s a natural with my daughter. I wonder if she wants children of her own. I wonder what she would look like pregnant. I run my hand over my jaw, my chest growing tight with the thought of getting her pregnant myself. She’s far too young. Too sweet. Besides, I already destroyed one woman who was too good for me; I won’t do it again.