My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor
His Pov
I was in the kitchen, indulging in one of my favorite hobbies—cooking. After a hectic schedule, it was my way to unwind. The loud music blasting from the speakers amplified the energy, making the experience even more enjoyable. Suddenly, the music stopped. Surprised, I stepped out of the kitchen and spotted a girl with shiny, reddish hair glowing in the sunlight.
I smiled, realizing this must be Isabella, the girl Kathrin had spoken so much about.
I called out.
She turned to face me, her gaze lingering as if she were thoroughly inspecting me. I chuckled to myself, amused by her scrutiny.
She was different from her mother; that much was clear from her demeanor. She had a fierceness in her eyes, a determination that was both intriguing and intimidating. I decided not to interrupt her, letting her take her time.
And after a while, she asked who I was.
I introduced myself, but Isabella assumed I was her mom’s cook. That was quite interesting, and I felt that my vibes could match with Kathrin’s daughter. I thought I could make her my friend easily, so I teased her a bit before clarifying who I actually was. However, it seemed it was a bad idea. Her smile faded away in a second, as if the sky had come crashing down on her.
Before I could say anything more, Kathrin appeared. I could tell Isabella was shocked and had no idea her mom had a boyfriend. I understood her feelings; I had faced something similar once. Kathrin led her to her room, and I watched them go, noting Isabella’s somber expression.
I returned to the kitchen and sighed, placing my palms on the cool marble table. The encounter had left me feeling uneasy. But my curiosity got the better of me, so I made my way to the second floor and knocked on the door. Hearing Kathrin’s permission, I cracked it open.
As I opened the door, my gaze was locked with Isabella’s. Her eyes were filled with anger, a stark contrast to her mother’s more composed demeanor.
Kathrin hugged me, but I felt a bit awkward, especially with Isabella standing right there. Her expression was a mix of shock and frustration, and I could tell she wasn’t comfortable with the situation. When Kathrin tried to console her, Isabella didn’t take it well. She walked out of the room, leaving us alone.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Kathrin sighed heavily, her voice tinged with sadness.
Kathrin(FL's mom)
I don’t know what her problem is. I thought she would accept us.
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