My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor
His mansion
I realized I had taken Isabella’s words too seriously, which I shouldn’t have. She was always so straightforward, never hesitating to speak her mind, and I admired that about her. But in my own confusion, I had overthought things, and avoiding her earlier didn’t feel right. I actually enjoyed spending time with her. So when she mentioned not feeling up for college and having the weekend free, I saw an opportunity and suggested a trip to Amalfi. It had been a long time since I’d visited, and it felt like the perfect escape.
Her face lit up when I mentioned it, and that made me feel good. I turned the car around, heading back to the mansion, so we could pack our bags. Isabella was still bubbling with excitement as we prepared, and I found myself relaxing more, the awkwardness from earlier fading into the background.
By noon, we were at the airport, and within five hours, we landed in Amalfi. The familiar sea breeze and the sight of the colorful cliffs brought back memories, and I felt a wave of peace wash over me.
A driver was waiting for us at the airport, and as soon as he spotted me, he approached with a respectful nod and took our luggage.
Isabella sidled up to me and whispered,
Isabella (FL)
Is that your man?
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