My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor
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His words brought a wave of silence over me.
'Yes, why would she come? I’ve expected too much from her. She didn’t think to come to the airport herself,’ I thought, bitterness creeped into my mind.
‘Whatever it is, as long as she fulfills my demands, I’ll listen to her.’
I leaned back in my seat, trying to shake off the disappointment. I was tired—tired of the drama, the uncertainty, the endless expectations. Closing my eyes, I sought the temporary escape of sleep.
The gentle motion of the car lulled me, and soon I drifted off, the world around me fading. It felt like only moments had passed when I was pulled from my sleep by Mr. Martin’s voice.
I cracked my eyes open in irritation and looked at Mr. Martin. He smiled.
I slowly got out of the car and gazed at my mom’s mansion. Raising my brows, I entered with a nonchalant face.
As I stepped into the drawing hall, the place seemed oddly empty, though music played softly. Mr. Martin set my luggage down and left without a word. I placed my laptop bag on the couch and called out.
There was no response. Annoyed, I walked over and turned off the music, the sudden silence amplifying my frustration. I looked around, feeling a sense of unease.
Isabella (FL)
Mom, are you home? 😒
I called again, my voice echoing slightly in the large space.
Just then, I heard a man’s voice behind me.
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