My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor
May I come in
I gently placed my palms on her shoulders, offering her a reassuring smile.
Ezekiel (ML)
Give her some time, Kathrin. This is a lot for her to process.
Kathrin nodded, though the worry didn’t leave her eyes.
I gave her a comforting squeeze.
Ezekiel (ML)
It’ll get better. Now, get ready; you have to go to the office.
She returned my smile, albeit a bit forced, and nodded. As I turned to leave the room, a thought struck me, and I paused at the door.
I began, turning back to face her,
Ezekiel (ML)
Can I try to talk to her?
Kathrin raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical.
Kathrin(FL's mom)
You can try, but I know Isabella. She’s stubborn. I have a feeling she’ll just insult you.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself.
I insisted.
Kathrin nodded, and I left the room, thinking about how to approach Isabella. I knew winning her over would be challenging, especially after the way things had gone earlier. Not knowing much about her tastes, I decided to take a simple approach—I made a piece of chocolate cake, hoping it might serve as a peace offering.
With the cake in hand, I walked to her room. When I got there, I found the door locked. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should disturb her, but then I knocked lightly.
From inside, I heard her voice, laced with frustration.
Isabella (FL)
Mom, please don’t disturb me. I’m not in the mood to talk about your and his relationship.
I sighed, realizing this was going to be harder than I thought. Still, I wasn’t ready to give up.
Ezekiel (ML)
I’m not your mom
I replied, waiting for any kind of response. Silence hung in the air for a moment, and just when I thought she might ignore me, the door opened.
Isabella stood there, her expression guarded as she gave me a stern look.
Isabella (FL)
What do you want?
She asked, her voice flat.
I held up the plate with the cake, offering her a small smile.
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