My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor
Ezekiel's pov
I froze as soon as I heard her words. My hands paused mid-wash, and I slowly turned to look at her. I was trying to make sense of what she had just said, wondering if she really meant it. But she didn’t waver. Her gaze stayed locked on mine, steady and full of confidence. There was no hesitation in her eyes, no trace of doubt. Then, without another word, she turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me standing there, stunned.
I stared after her, my mind racing. First, she s*ck*d my fingers without hesitation, and now she’s giving me this… proposal? My heart pounded in my chest as I turned off the tap. Does she even realize what she’s saying? I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, trying to steady myself.
How could she even say something like that? I leaned over the sink, feeling the weight of the situation settle over me. Kathrine wasn’t home, leaving just the two of us alone in the mansion. The reality of it hit me hard. I felt like the air had gotten heavier, making it harder to breathe. I turned the tap back on, splashing cold water on my face, hoping it would clear my thoughts.
Isabella was bold—bolder than I’d ever expected. But even so, I didn’t think she’d take it this far.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and slowly stepped toward the stairs. As I climbed to the second floor, my mind was in a whirl. When I reached the top, my gaze instinctively drifted to her room. The door was slightly open, just like she said it would be. She hadn’t locked it.
I pressed my lips together, stopping in my tracks, frozen at the sight.
I arched my brows, feeling a sudden rush of urgency, and quickly walked toward my room. I needed to clear my head, get some distance from the situation. Once inside, I locked the door behind me and sat on the edge of the bed, my chest rising and falling as I tried to steady my breathing. I reached over and turned on the AC, letting the cool air wash over me, but it did little to calm the storm of thoughts raging in my mind.
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