My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor
In Italy
Milan Malpensa Airport buzzed with activity as travelers hurried to their destinations. I stood outside, the warm Italian sun beating down on me, my frustration mounting. My mom had arranged everything for this trip, so why was no one here to pick me up? I pushed my sunglasses up onto my head, scanning the crowd for any familiar faces.
Just as my patience was wearing thin, I spotted Mr. Martin, my mom’s secretary, made his way toward me. Relief washed over me.
I raised an eyebrow, muttering under my breath
Isabella (FL)
Thank God.
Finally, my mom has sent someone to pick me up 🙄
I said aloud, not bothering to hide my irritation.
Without waiting for a response, I walked briskly toward the car he had arrived in. Mr. Martin hurried to keep up, opening the door for me.
I slid into the back seat with a stern face, choosing to remain silent. He quickly managed my luggage and took his place beside the driver.
The car pulled away from the curb, merging smoothly into the traffic. For a few minutes, the only sound was the hum of the engine. Then Mr. Martin broke the silence.
Martin
How are you, Isabella? It has been three years since we last met.
Isabella (FL)
I am fine, Uncle. 😮💨
Martin
You have changed a lot
He remarked, his eyes briefly meeting mine in the rearview mirror.
I took a deep breath, the weight of his words settling over me.
I thought, but instead of voicing my thoughts, I asked,
Isabella (FL)
Where is she?
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