Seated beside me in the car, Fabiola looks like a model flown over from Milan. The red dress fits her perfectly, and beneath it, she’s wearing the set of black lingerie I bought for her at Mary’s shop for when I undress her later.

This girl is just absolute perfection. Having her with me lights my soul on fire and sends my hormones raging.

Part of me is eager to show her off at the Christmas party, but another part of me wants to keep her at my house, away from all the eyes I know will be there. But my transaction with Hawkins was well-known within the family, and...