Tangled Desire: My Daddy, My Professor

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dropped. I didn't know whether I should shout at the top of my lungs or leave the house completely. I stopped my movemen

t all, but I didn't want to believe it. To believe that my mother was getting m

m again. "And you think you made the right choice by not discussing it with

al skin that sometimes people mistook for plastic surgery. Often when she goes out with Dad, people think he is her father. I mean,

he held me by the shoulders. "Carter is a nice

point, Mom. You didn't trust me enough to inform me first before making such a

tal stranger as my father? Someone I barely know. I don't t

e move into his house. I'm not a small ch

ing like this. Loans, bills, house rent. Everything is piling up. My business isn't doing well for me to take care of eve

want to be now, but Carter is a

my school, t

ry about that." I rubbed my fingers over my temple. I wouldn't deny the fact that my Mom tries a lot for the family. She works as a sales manager

it. We're moving out of this place

ave all our memories here. But they'll be engraved in our hearts. We have to mov

do anything to hurt you. Le

out. "Why do you keep hissing? Do you want the rest of the passengers to think you're hissing at them?" Mom said beside m

takes care of me. I don't lack anything. She pays my tuition fees and buys me new clothes,

t I said, turning my

ent at how big the city was. We got off the bus at the station. Mom stepped away to make a

" I asked, glancing at our big luggage. "Carter

. I guess this is also your first time." I di

old him the address, and we took off. "Does he live

do yo

lf to meet his family," I replied,

er. She lives in Canada. Sh

long time ago, when his daughter was 10. She's 18 now." I no

ugh to help us in taking our bags inside. The house was not that bi

e window and fish out a key. "Got it!" She cheered

e couch, too exhausted to do anything. "Here," Mom passed me a glass of cold w

can find somethin

flashed me a smile in return. "Don't be silly. Carter said I should feel at home. And we can't sit here hu

rd," I said as I took the last bite of

. "You know your M

bbed my palms over my swollen

can call him Dad or Father yet. It just doesn't feel right. "Are yo

my phone. I had been trying Natalie's number since the time we left Newark but couldn't re

ood up. "I think he's here." The excit

uldn't dodge it." I heard a manly yet strong voice say. Turning my

m say, then she turned to m

o roll my eyes at the way she used the title. But b

as to find myself being embraced by warmth. Shock gripped me, and my heart raced inside. Even

about you," he said, flashing me a smile. And for the lif

ared her throat. "Why don't you settle in,

d in the middle of us. The moment he snaked his hand to the

middle of mine and Mom's. "Feel free, Tessa. This is your house and

y weak. He even made as much as pat my shoulder, making matters worse. My body reacted to hi