My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor
Hotel
Mom took her car, and I hailed a cab, instructing the driver to follow her discreetly. I needed to know what was really going on behind my back. After a short while, her car stopped in front of a hotel. She got out, adjusting her sunglasses and looking around cautiously before heading inside.
My heart raced as I watched her enter the hotel. A thousand questions ran through my mind.
Is she meeting Dad?
But if it’s Dad, why is she being so secretive about it?
Determined to find out, I quickly got out of the cab and told the driver to wait for me. I followed in her footsteps, entering the hotel. Through the glass doors, I saw her speaking with the receptionist before she disappeared into an elevator. I hesitated for a moment, gathering my nerves, then approached the front desk.
With a confident smile, I said,
Isabella (FL)
Hi, I’m here to meet Mr. Robert. Can you tell me which room he’s in?
I was taking a gamble. If it was Dad, I’d find out soon enough. If not, I’d be exposed. The receptionist typed something into her computer, then looked up at me.
Receptionist
Yes, ma’am. He’s in room 1003, on the 10th floor.
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