All Chapters of I, love my mom's boyfriend: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I entered the building, familiar faces greeting me as I made my way through the lobby. The receptionist, who knew me from the countless times my mom had brought me here in the past, waved me through without needing an appointment. It felt strange being back after so long—like stepping into a time warp where everything was the same, yet everything had changed.My mom's office was on the 20th floor, so I stepped into the elevator, pressing the button and watching the numbers climb. As the doors opened, I stepped out and walked down the hallway. People were busy at their desks, typing away or talking on phones. I moved toward my mom’s chamber at the end of the hall, the door slightly ajar.Just as I was about to push it open, I heard her voice, and my dad’s name stopped me in my tracks.“Robert, please!” my mom’s tone was pleading, a sound I wasn’t used to hearing from her. I froze, narrowing my eyes, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Why was she pleading with my dad? What cou

As we continued watching the movie, I couldn’t help but break the silence. "Are you waiting for someone’s call?" I asked, still keeping my gaze fixed on the screen.Ezekiel tilted his head slightly, watching me out of the corner of his eye. "Your mom," he replied.I sighed and finally looked at him, my voice tinged with a touch of resignation. "She won’t call you. She loves her work more than anything."Ezekiel smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Oh really?"I met his gaze with confidence, certain of my words. "Yes!"He seemed unconvinced. "I don’t think so," he countered.I smirked, feeling a challenge in the air. "Wanna bet?"Ezekiel leaned back on the couch, relaxing further into the cushions. His hand rested on the back of the couch, his fingers almost brushing against my shoulder. The casual intimacy of the gesture made my heart skip a beat, but I pressed the pillow on my lap closer and shifted to face him more directly, my interest piqued."As you wish," he said, his voice

We returned home together after university. Ezekiel had been glued to his laptop, working on some project ever since. I found myself wandering the house, restless, looking for a chance to talk to him. There was this strange urge inside me, a need to spend more time with him, but I couldn’t let him see how desperate I felt.The truth was, my mom was cheating on him. I knew it, and it made my skin crawl. Part of me wanted to break their relationship, to make sure he didn’t stay with her.I didn’t want Ezekiel to be with my mom—not anymore.But there was something more, something I didn’t fully understand yet.It seemed like fate had put the idea in my head, but how was I supposed to get closer to him? I couldn’t just tell him what I knew, and I couldn’t show my intentions too quickly.I paced down the corridor, holding a book, trying to calm my nerves. I had no idea how to approach him. He was in his room, the light from his laptop screen glowing faintly under the door.After a few minu

Ezekiel's POV.I froze as soon as I heard her words. My hands paused mid-wash, and I slowly turned to look at her. I was trying to make sense of what she had just said, wondering if she really meant it. But she didn’t waver. Her gaze stayed locked on mine, steady and full of confidence. There was no hesitation in her eyes, no trace of doubt. Then, without another word, she turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me standing there, stunned.I stared after her, my mind racing. First, she s*ck*d my fingers without hesitation, and now she’s giving me this… proposal? My heart pounded in my chest as I turned off the tap. Does she even realize what she’s saying? I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, trying to steady myself.How could she even say something like that? I leaned over the sink, feeling the weight of the situation settle over me. Kathrine wasn’t home, leaving just the two of us alone in the mansion. The reality of it hit me hard. I felt like the air had gotten heavier, maki

Ezekiel's POV.I realized I had taken Isabella’s words too seriously, which I shouldn’t have. She was always so straightforward, never hesitating to speak her mind, and I admired that about her. But in my own confusion, I had overthought things, and avoiding her earlier didn’t feel right. I actually enjoyed spending time with her. So when she mentioned not feeling up for college and having the weekend free, I saw an opportunity and suggested a trip to Amalfi. It had been a long time since I’d visited, and it felt like the perfect escape.Her face lit up when I mentioned it, and that made me feel good. I turned the car around, heading back to the mansion so we could pack our bags. Isabella was still bubbling with excitement as we prepared, and I found myself relaxing more, the awkwardness from earlier fading into the background.By noon, we were at the airport, and within five hours, we landed in Amalfi. The familiar sea breeze and the sight of the colorful cliffs brought back memories,