All Chapters of I, love my mom's boyfriend: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

[At present]Ezekiel opened the bedroom door, our lips still locked in a deep kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me effortlessly, one of his hands supporting my weight while the other held me close. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate not to let the moment break. The mansion was eerily quiet, just the two of us, completely alone.As we stumbled inside, he broke the kiss, gently lowering me onto the edge of the bed. Propping myself up on my elbows, I reached for him again, trying to reclaim the kiss, needing to feel him close.Ezekiel leaned down, teasingly brushing his lips against mine, pulling away just as quickly, a hot breath touched my face. His fingers traced slowly over my exposed skin beneath my loose shirt, sending a trail of heat wherever he touched. He tugged the white shirt off my shoulders, leaving me in nothing but my black bikini.I bit down on my lower lip, frustration building as he paused, his hands hovering just above my s

Isabella's POV.I slowly cracked open my eyes, my eyelids still heavy with sleep. The first thing I did was search for Ezekiel, glancing around the room. But the bed beside me was empty. I frowned slightly, reaching up to touch my head, my fingers tracing through my messy hair. A faint smile crept onto my lips as the scent of him hung around on my skin, a reminder of last night.His smell... it was still there, and the thought made me bite my lower lip lightly.I slowly sat up, pulling the blanket over my body as a sudden wave of soreness hit me. My back and lower half ached—evidence of the intensity from the night before. My body had been through more than I expected, but the memory of how passionate everything was made me blush.I glanced toward the door, noticing it was closed. A small part of me wondered if Ezekiel had been there when I fell asleep or if he'd left after everything. My mind raced, playing over the events of last night. Did he stay with me, holding me close, or had

Ezekiel's POV.I was trying to explain myself, feeling the weight of shame from last night. I had just spent an intimate night with my lover's daughter, and the enormity of that reality crashed over me like a wave. But before I could articulate my thoughts, Isabella surprised me in the most unexpected way.She kissed me.My eyes widened in disbelief as her soft lips pressed against mine, her eyes fluttering shut. The scent of her hair wrapped around me, intoxicating and familiar. I found myself frozen, caught between instinct and reason, unable to push her away.Isabella brushed her lips against mine, a delicate caress that sent shivers down my spine. Her fingers tangled in my hair, drawing me closer. I could feel her warmth radiating, and my resolve began to waver.My hands moved instinctively, one cradling her head, the other resting on her slim waist, pulling her even closer.Was it the primal urge to satisfy my needs, or was it something deeper? Desire flickered in my chest, battl

I slid the glass open, and our eyes met instantly. Isabella stood under the cascading water, her body glistening as droplets rolled down her bare skin. She smiled at me, a knowing smile, as if she had been expecting me all along. There wasn’t a hint of surprise in her eyes—only a calm, seductive confidence.She was completely naked, unashamed, tracing her fingers along her shoulder before turning fully toward me. My heart raced, pounding so hard I could feel it in my chest. The intensity of the moment hit me like a wave. She was breathtaking, her beauty undeniable, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away.Slowly, she walked toward me, the water still falling around her, and stopped inches from my body. Our eyes remained locked, the air between us charged with tension. I felt frozen, unsure of what to do, because I was so captivated by the sight of her—every curve, every inch of her skin. She was truly beautiful.Then, without a word, Isabella placed her wet hands on my shoulders and wrapped

I exhaled, picking up my phone. No messages from Katherine. She hadn’t called or even sent a simple text. Was she deliberately keeping her distance? Or was there something she was hiding from me? I didn’t know anymore. All I knew was that whatever we had seemed to be slipping through my fingers, and I was exhausted trying to hold it all together.I tossed the phone onto the bed and turned toward the window, letting the cold air settle my thoughts. If Katherine didn’t care enough to reach out, why should I be the one trying so hard? There’s only so much patience a person can have before it runs out.Restless, I rubbed my forehead, then found myself on my feet, quietly moving through the hallway toward Isabella’s room. My footsteps felt strangely deliberate, as if drawn there by something I didn’t fully understand. I cracked the door open gently, and there she was, lying peacefully in bed, her face soft in sleep.Seeing her like that made something tighten in my chest. She was beautiful