All Chapters of Hot Professor Is My Step Dad : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MarcellusI was still standing at the window when the front door opened, then I decided to come downstairs either ways.The car had pulled away minutes ago. Lucian's taillights had disappeared down the street, swallowed by the dark but my hands were still curled into fists at my sides and my jaw still ached from clenching it.I had watched them through the windshield. The way he leaned toward her...the way she let him...the way she turned her head at the last second and kissed his cheek instead of his mouth and the way he laughed like he had already won.Like she was already his.The door closed and Bonnie's footsteps crossed the foyer. Then came Clarissa's voice bright and warm and completely oblivious."There she is! My beautiful girl. Come here, come here-"I walked out of the guest room and leaned against the hallway wall and just watched.Clarissa had Bonnie in a hug with her hands cupping her daughter's face and tilting it toward the light. "You look stunning. Absolutely stunnin

BonnieThe first thing I noticed the second I woke yo was that the house was way too quiet.The house was way too quiet.No single footsteps in the hallway, no shower running, no low murmur of mum and Marcellus voice from the kitchen. Just silence.I really did enjoy the party yesterday to say the least to be honest.I checked my phone and it was 9:47 AM. Three texts from Lucian, a meme from Maya and a weather alert about then nothing at all.Mum had left a note on the kitchen counter: Gone to brunch with Genevieve. Back by 2. There's money on the counter if you want to order something. Love you, Mom.And then Marcellus's door was still closed and his car was still outside which means he was around.I didn't let myself think about it. I just pulled my hair into a messy bun, washed my face, and padded downstairs in my shorts and oversized t-shirt. The floor was really cold under my bare feet. The kitchen was clean and spotless like someone had scrubbed every surface before going to bed

LucianI barely slept well and that wasn't new. I've been sleeping badly for years...ever since I was old enough to understand what had happened to my mother. The details were fuzzy around the edges, the way old wounds get fuzzy when you've picked at them too long, but the shape of it was sharp. Clear. A man. A deep seethed betrayal. A woman who had trusted someone and had that trust turned into a weapon.Marcellus Morello.I didn't know exactly what he had done. My mother had never told me the whole story...just fragments, just enough to explain why she flinched when she heard his name, why she looked at me with something like fear when I had told her he was teaching at my school."Stay away from him," she'd said."Why?""Just stay away."But instead I had done the opposite. I had watched him from across classrooms and hallways and hockey rinks. I had studied the way he walked, the way he talked, the way he looked

BonnieThe bell couldn't have come fast enough.I grabbed my bag, shoved my notebook inside, and practically dragged Lucian out of the lab before Mrs. Albright could change her mind about letting us leave. I needed to not be in a room that smelled like formaldehyde."Bonnie, slow down." Lucian was half-jogging to keep up. "You're going to pull my arm out of its socket.""Sorry. I just..." I stopped and took a breath. The hallway was crowded with students changing classes and lockers slamming."I just needed to get out of there.""I get it."We stood there for a moment, surrounded by the chaos. Lucian's hand was still in mine. I should have let go besides veryone was looking.Yet I didn't let go."Hey." He tilted his head studying my face. "You okay? Really?""I'm fine.""You're not fine. You're doing that thing where you smile but your eyes look sad.""I don't have a thing.""You have several things. I'm learning all of them."Despite everything, I laughed. He had that effect on me...

BonnieThe grocery list was short.Eggs...Milk...Bread. The kind of errand you ran without thinking, the kind that took ten minutes and required zero emotional investment. My mother had pressed the list into my hand with a distracted smile, already on her way to a phone call."Be quick, Bon bon. Dinner's almost ready."I grabbed my keys. Slid into the driver's seat and drove the familiar route to the store with the radio playing something I wasn't listening to.The sun was setting. The Golden hour, that was what most photographers called it. Everything looked soft and warm and safe.But nothing about what happened next was soft or warm or safe.The store parking lot was half-empty.I parked near the entrance, grabbed my reusable bag and walked inside. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as the bell chimed as I walked in and kid was crying in aisle three. An old man was arguing with the butcher about the price of chicken. Normal boring life. The kind of life I have been desperately