MOM TRAVELING The next day I walked downstairs and Mom was already dressed and ready for her trip, suitcase by the door.“Hey princess,” she said brightly, pulling me into a quick hug. “You’re up.”I frowned. “Mom, can you stop calling me that? I’m a grown woman now.”“As long as I’m still alive, you’ll always be my princess,” she replied with a warm laugh, ruffling my hair like I was still ten years old.Then Mr. Zeal walked down the stairs, looking fresh from the shower, hair slightly damp, wearing a simple black t-shirt that hugged his broad chest and those grey sweatpants again. My stomach flipped.“Morning, Mr. Zeal,” I greeted, trying to keep my voice steady while staring at him.“Morning, princess,” he replied casually, that honey tone sending heat straight between my legs.Another day of torture. Why the hell did he keep calling me that? Especially now, with Mom right here. It felt too intimate, too loaded after yesterday’s charged conversation and that possible wink.“Are y
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