My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor
Kiss him in front of me
Ezekiel had promised to show me around, and he didn’t disappoint. We spent the day exploring the beauty of Italy, visiting iconic places, and even indulging in some shopping. It was a whirlwind of sights, sounds, and experiences that left me feeling unexpectedly lighthearted. Despite my initial reservations, I found myself genuinely enjoying his company. Ezekiel wasn’t the boring, predictable guy I had imagined. He was actually fun to be around—charming, attentive, and surprisingly easy to talk to.
As dusk settled in, we returned to the mansion, both of us tired but content. The moment we stepped into the hall, though, the atmosphere shifted. I spotted my mom, her back turned to us, talking on the phone. Her voice was sharp, almost angry—a tone I wasn’t used to hearing from her.
I froze, lingering by the doorway until she noticed us. Her tone softened instantly, though the tension was still there.
Kathrin(FL's mom)
Robert, please don’t you dare try to contact her
She said, her words clipped and final. It didn’t take much to realize she was talking to my dad.
Kathrin(FL's mom)
I’m hanging up now
Mom added before ending the call abruptly. She turned to us, a forced smile on her face, trying to mask whatever had just happened.
Kathrin(FL's mom)
How was the tour, honey?
She asked, her voice now sweet and warm.
I replied with a nod, though my thoughts were elsewhere, still replaying the brief snippet of her conversation with Dad.
Kathrin(FL's mom)
Go freshen up. We’ll have dinner together,
Mom said, moving closer to Ezekiel and kissing him on the cheek.
The sight caught me off guard, and before I could fully process it, I quickly made my way to my room, feeling a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite identify.
Dinner was a quiet affair, but not uncomfortable. Mom, Ezekiel, and I sat around the table, and to my surprise, the atmosphere was surprisingly pleasant. Ezekiel kept the conversation light, asking me to try various dishes throughout the meal. His easygoing nature made the tension from earlier seem like a distant memory.
And the truth was, I wasn’t hating it at all. In fact, I was enjoying it—more than I cared to admit. It was strange, almost surreal, to find myself in this situation, actually liking the time spent with my mom’s boyfriend.
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