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作者: Mia Moans
last update 公開日: 2026-06-13 01:07:53

Lucian

I went to bed smiling.

That was the first sign that something was wrong. I never went to bed smiling. Not because I was unhappy. I just was not the kind of person who fell asleep with a grin on his face like a character in a bad romance novel. But tonight was different. Tonight Bonnie had sat in my mother's kitchen and had eaten her lasagna and laughed at her jokes and looked at me like I was someone worth looking at.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling
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  • Hot Professor Is My Step Dad    064

    LucianI went to bed smiling.That was the first sign that something was wrong. I never went to bed smiling. Not because I was unhappy. I just was not the kind of person who fell asleep with a grin on his face like a character in a bad romance novel. But tonight was different. Tonight Bonnie had sat in my mother's kitchen and had eaten her lasagna and laughed at her jokes and looked at me like I was someone worth looking at.I lay in bed staring at the ceiling and replayed the way she had said goodnight. The softness in her voice. The way I had tucked her hair behind her ear before she got out of the car.She was scared. I knew that. But she had come anyway. She had sat at my mother's table and answered questions and pretended for a few hours that she was not carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.Christ! I even fell asleep with her name on my lips.The next morning my phone was dead.Not dead as in out

  • Hot Professor Is My Step Dad    063

    BonnieMy mother appeared in my doorway with an armful of dresses."You cannot wear that," she said as she nodded at the black jeans and sweater I had laid out on the bed."Why not?""Because you are meeting his mother. Not going to a funeral."I looked at the sweater. It was cashmere. Soft. Expensive. The kind of thing you wore when you wanted to look like you had not tried."It is nice," I said."It is boring and that you are not" Mum dumped the dresses on my bed. They spilled across the comforter like a rainbow had exploded. Navy. Emerald. Rose. A deep burgundy that reminded me of the party. "Try these.""Mom it is just dinner.""It is not just dinner. It is the first time his mother is meeting you. That is a big deal."I sat down on the edge of the bed as I ran my fingers over the fabrics. Silk. Velvet. Lace. Things I never wore. Things that belonged to a version of me who went to

  • Hot Professor Is My Step Dad    062

    MarcellusI walked back inside like nothing had happened.The screen door clicked shut behind me. The only sign that anything was different was the soft sound of footsteps on the stairs. Quick and hurried. Like someone trying to disappear before they were seen.Classic Bonnie.She had scurried away like a rabbit.I heard her bedroom door close upstairs and the lock clicked. The same lock she had started using weeks ago. After the party. After she decided she needed to keep me out.I did not need to be inside her room. I had other ways of keeping her close.My hand slipped into my pocket.The fabric was soft. Lace and black. Still warm from her body. She had been wearing them under her jeans. I saw them when she stood up too fast. When the waistband of her pants slipped just enough to reveal the edge.She had not noticed me noticing.She never did.I pulled the panties out of my pocket and held them in my palm for a moment. Then I folded them carefully and deliberately and tucked them

  • Hot Professor Is My Step Dad    061

    BonnieDinner was almost over when my mother brought it up.She had heard about the invitation. Marcellus already knew. He had known for days. But my mother was the one who could not stop talking about it. She was in a good mood. The kind of mood that came from a full stomach and a glass of wine and the quiet satisfaction of a day that had not gone wrong. She was pushing peas around her plate and humming something under her breath."So Sunday is the big night," she said. "Lucian's mother. Are you nervous?""A little," I admitted."You should be. First impressions matter." She set down her fork. "But you will be wonderful.""Mom.""I am serious. She is going to love you. How could she not?"Her enthusiasm was almost enough to make me forget the way my stomach was twisting. Almost enough to ignore the weight of Marcellus's gaze from across the table. He had not said a word since we sat down.Then he stood up.His chair scraped hard against the floor. His napkin fluttered to the ground a

  • Hot Professor Is My Step Dad    060

    MarcellusThe laptop screen glowed in the dim light of the guest room.I had been staring at the same page for twenty minutes. Flight options. Seat selections. The endless logistics of moving two teenagers across the country. Colette wanted a window seat. Jude wanted an aisle. They had been arguing about it for days. They texted me from their mother's house and treated me like a referee instead of a father.I selected two seats. Aisle and window. They could fight over who got which when they got to the airport.The date was set. Next Saturday. They would arrive in the afternoon. And everything would change.The door creaked open and Clarissa walked in wearing one of my old button downs. The navy one. The one she had stolen months ago and never given back. Her hair was loose and still slightly damp from a shower. She smelled like coconut and something floral. The same lotion she had used since I met her."Still working?" she asked."Booking the kids' flights."She walked around the bed

  • Hot Professor Is My Step Dad    059

    BonnieMy mother's back was killing her.She had spent the entire day at work hunched over spreadsheets. By the time she walked through the front door she could barely stand up straight. I watched her shuffle to the couch and lower herself onto the cushions with a groan then as she pressed her palm against the small of her spine."I am sorry baby," she said and her eyes were already closing. "I do not think I can make dinner tonight.""It is fine Mom. I will handle it.""You do not have to.""I want to."She smiled and thanked me. Then turned on the TV and let the evening news wash over her. The anchors' voices became a low murmur in the background asI went to the kitchen.Good heavens!Marcellus was already there.He leaned against the counter with his arms crossed. He watched me with those dark eyes that always seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. "What are you making?" he asked."Pasta. Something easy.""Need help?""No."I moved around him and pulled a pot from the cabinet

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