My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor
How did you meet her?
He asked, watching me closely.
I raised my brows, trying to play it cool.
Isabella (FL)
Umm… not bad.
Ezekiel (ML)
Not bad? So, it’s not so good, right?
He teased, clearly fishing for more.
I arched my brows in response.
Isabella (FL)
When did I say it’s not good? I just said ‘not bad,’ which means it’s good.
Ezekiel’s grin widened as I took another sip. I couldn’t help but think that he probably enjoyed hearing compliments a bit too much. Maybe it was a common trait among handsome men—they thrived on praise.
I decided to play along.
Isabella (FL)
You could open a restaurant, you know?
Ezekiel (ML)
That means you like it?
He asked, leaning in slightly, clearly enjoying the banter.
I smiled, taking another sip before replying,
Isabella (FL)
After all, a handsome man made it. How could I say it’s bad?
Ezekiel chuckled, clearly enjoying the playful exchange between us. Despite myself, I was beginning to find our back and forth amusing. Even though he was my mom’s boyfriend, there was something disarming about him that made it hard to stay annoyed.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I asked,
Isabella (FL)
How did you meet my mom, Mr. Ezekiel?
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