My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor
Ezekiel
I turned back as I heard my name. To my amazement, a half-naked man stood before me. My lips pressed together in shock as my eyes roamed around the room, then back to him, wide with surprise.
It wasn't just his sudden appearance that rendered me speechless. It was how incredibly handsome he was. His abs were chiseled, his muscles and arms were well-defined. His facial features were sharp, like something out of the dark romance novels I devoured. But amidst all this perfection, what struck me most was the bowl he held in his hand.
I narrowed my eyes, puzzled.
‘Is he my mom’s cook?’ 😳
I wondered, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. I asked,
He smiled, a charming, disarming smile.
Ezekiel (ML)
Ah, I am Ezekiel.
I narrowed my eyes and raised my brows.
Isabella (FL)
So, when did you join here as a cook?
He parted his lips to say something but then chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Then he answered me,
Ezekiel (ML)
Umm… It’s just a few weeks, you can say.
I crossed my arms, giving him a once-over from bottom to top.
Ezekiel noticed my scrutiny and arched an eyebrow.
Ezekiel (ML)
Are you done checking me out?
Isabella (FL)
I’m not checking you out. 🙄
Isabella (FL)
I’m just wondering how my mom ended up hiring such a handsome cook.
Ezekiel pressed his lips together, taking a deep breath before answering me,
Ezekiel (ML)
Well, I guess you’ll have to ask her that, and I take it as a compliment, Ms.
I smiled, feeling a bit lighter. Maybe my time here wouldn’t be so bad after all. The prospect of staying in Italy without my friends had been daunting, but Ezekiel’s presence suggested it might be more interesting than I had anticipated.
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