Claimed By My Professor,Loved By His Son:A forbidden bond
I was going to find them by myself, no matter what.
I went to my room and grabbed my laptop. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I began scrolling through the photos taken the night of the party.
There were hundreds of them, selfies, snaps of groups, blurry shots of people dancing. My eyes roamed over each one, looking for some trace of the twins: a flash of dark hair, a broad shoulder, a smirk that was too confident.
And there it was, at last. A photo taken by someone else, a wide shot of the living room. The twins were chilling by the bar, holding drinks.
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