All Chapters of Hot Professor Is My Step Dad : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Bonnie"BONNIE VOSS. MAYA WILLIAMS."The principal's voice boomed across the office like a thunderclap. I swear the windows rattled and a pencil on his desk actually rolled off and hit the floor.Principal Whitmore was a large man. Not fat just large. The kind of large that came from playing college football twenty years ago and never quite shrinking back down. His neck strained against his collar. His eyebrows were thick and expressive, and right now they were expressing pure, unfiltered fury."Sit," he said to both of us as we still lingered at the doorway and we just obeyed.The chairs were hard plastic. The kind designed for maximum discomfort. I crossed my arms and Bianca crossed her legs. We both stared straight ahead like prisoners awaiting sentencing."I have been principal of this institution for twelve years," Whitmore said, pacing behind his desk. "Twelve years. And in that time, I have seen students do some foolish things. I have seen students climb onto the roof. I have s

MarcellusOne thing I love is when I'm cooking and the entire house smelled like garlic and rosemary.I've been in the kitchen since three o'clock. Normally, I didn't cook; Clarissa was the one who made things from scratch, who knew which spices went with which meats, who could look at a recipe once and then recreate it from memory. But today, I had no meetings or classes and no excuses to hide in my office.So I cooked.The lamb shanks had been braising for two hours now, sitting in a bath of red wine and beef broth and crushed tomatoes. I will sear them first to get the skin to that fine shade of golden brown and watch the fat render and pop then add the vegetables, carrots, celery and onions. All chopped fine, the way my grandmother taught me.Small pieces, Marcellus. The smaller they are, the more they disappear into the sauce.I added fresh thyme, a bay leaf and a pinch of salt.And the smell made my mouth water.I thought about Bonnie as I stirred. About the way she'd looked at

BonnieI couldn't miss my early morning jogging, the pavement was wet beneath my sneakers as I moved.It was five forty-five in the morning and the entire world was still gray and sleepy.My earbuds were in.'I'm slamming the door and I'm killing the lights cos I hate that I miss you tonight'Johnny Hyunh's voice wrapped around me like smoke. Smooth and hauntingly beautiful. The kind of song that made you feel lonely even when you weren't alone.But I was alone. That was the point.I just ran faster.Past the neighbor's house with the overgrown hedges. Past the park where I used to swing as a kid. Past the corner store that wasn't open yet. My ponytail swung against my neck. The cold air burned my lungs but I didn't care.'I'm haunted by picture frames of someone I caught sleeping with my mistakes'Christ! The way I relate to this song.I thought about last night. The way his hands was in my hair...the fabric stuffed in my mouth...the way he fucked me from behind like I was somethin

Bonnie"Behave yourself," mum said while keeping her eyes on the road. "And I mean it, Bonnie...no drama...no jumping out of anything this time around. Just a nice picnic with your friend and then a dress for the party. That's all.""I know, Mom.""Do you? Because the last time I left you unsupervised, you became a fugitive from detention."I bit back a smile. "That's dramatic.""I'm being dramatic? You literally scaled a window.""The window was four feet off the ground. Scaling implies more vertical effort."Mum reached over and squeezed my knee. "I love you. You know that, right?"Those words hit me somewhere soft."I know," I said."I know things have been complicated. With Marcellus moving in. In fact with everything." She glanced at me, quick and worried. "But I'm here. Whatever you need. I'm here."I wanted to tell her everything. Wanted to open my mouth and let the truth spill out...about Marcellus, about the bruises, about the way he'd fucked me in my own bed while she slept

BonnieDamn!! The dress was everything.I stood in front of my full-length mirror and barely recognized myself. Burgundy velvet that caught the light every time I moved, hugging my hips like it knew exactly what it was doing. A slit ran up the side...not too high, not too low, just enough to remind people I had sexy legs. The saleswoman had convinced me to try it with strappy gold heels, and now I understood why. They made me taller and made me feel like someone who walked into rooms and people noticed.Bianca was right. Burgundy really did matched my chaos.I touched up my lipstick, a deep wine shade that made my mouth look dangerousand fluffed my hair until it fell in loose waves over my shoulders. My mother had done my makeup before she left for her own dinner. Soft smoky eyes, highlighter on my cheekbones and something about the way she had looked at me with the brush still in her hand had made my chest ache."You look beautiful Bon bon," she had said."Thanks, Mom.""Lucian's a