ASHER GHOURD'S POV
The smile remained on my lips as I drove to the hospital to see and watch over my comatose wife. I know I shouldn't be happy because of her condition, but I can't help it. Who wouldn't be happy if my baby girl makes me happy every day? I licked my lips and could still taste her sweet nectar like honey.
Since my daughter blossomed into a young woman, every time I see her, the beautiful shape of her body, her gentle and lovely face, the sudden growth of her breasts and buttocks, my mind—and body—are filled with desire and the longing for her to be mine.
Every time she greets me when I come home tired from work, serving me, taking care of me, all of that touches my heart. I never thought I would love my own daughter eventhough she's not really mine. I know it's wrong, bu
