All Chapters of I, love my mom's boyfriend: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ezekiel led me into the luxurious hotel suite, and I immediately plopped onto the plush bed, my eyes scanning the extravagant room. The soft lighting highlighted the elegant decor, and the faint scent of fresh flowers lingered in the air.“It’s good,” I murmured, still taking it all in.Ezekiel turned the lock behind him, the soft click grounding the otherwise quiet room. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, his usual composed demeanor slightly relaxed.I glanced at him with a playful smile, unable to hide my amusement.“I arranged everything according to your taste,” Ezekiel said as he stopped at the edge of the bed, his voice low but warm."Aw... that’s sweet of you,” I replied, tugging at his tie to pull him closer. His face was just inches from mine now.“How was the meeting?” I asked, trying to ease him into conversation.Ezekiel sighed deeply, sinking down beside me. “It was okay,” he said, his tone neutral.“Did you find anything?”“Still under investigation

I pulled down Ezekiel’s shirt, exposing his formed chest, and gently pushed him to lie on the bed. I sat on his bulge and balanced him, running my fingertips over his abs and then slowing down at his belt.A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I pressed them together, teasing him with my coy expression.Ezekiel smiled up at me, his eyes gray with passion.I pressed my lower half against his bulge and began moving my hips in slow, deliberate circles. The contact between us sent an unforgettable sensation running through me, drawing me to arch my back.I couldn’t help but admire him—his physique, his strength. I always had a soft spot for Italian men, and Ezekiel’s mix of Italian charm and his Russian mother’s appealing physique made him irresistible.Parting my lips, I leaned down, my tongue grazing his navel before trailing up. I kissed my way up his chest, finally halting at the top. Slowly, I circled it with my tongue before biting gently.Ezekiel let out a long, deep groan. I loved his

“Wow, it’s a rare view for me,” I teased, sitting up and leaning against the bed’s headboard. My gaze dropped, unable to ignore the unmistakable evidence of Ezekiel’s morning wood.Ezekiel caught my stare and smirked. “It’s a rare view for me as well, Isabella.”I understood his meaning instantly, my cheeks flushing slightly. But with the sight in front of me, how could I resist?Biting my lip, I knelt on the bed and moved closer to him, my fingers gently cradling his head. “I think we should try it in the morning,” I whispered, my voice laced with playfulness.Ezekiel grinned at me, his eyes filled with mischief. Without another word, we leaned in, our lips meeting in a deep, slow kiss.As the kiss grew more intense, Ezekiel’s hands found my waist, guiding me to lie back on the bed. His movements were deliberate yet tender, his touch igniting a familiar fire within me. Moments later, we were lost in each other, our bodies entwined in the pleasure of the moment.Afterward, I lay on hi

I pushed the door open slightly, greeting him with a warm smile. "Hey, how was your day?"Ezekiel returned the smile as he walked toward me. Instead of answering, he gently held my chin and kissed me.I melted into the kiss, savoring the familiar scent of him that seemed to fill the entire room.Breaking the kiss, he finally responded, "It was tiring."I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into a hug. "I can tell. You look like you didn’t enjoy your day much."Ezekiel exhaled deeply, holding me tighter. "And what about you? How was your day?""Nothing much," I replied. "I read a bit and spent some time sketching.""Sketching?" he asked, loosening his hold to look at me with interest.I nodded."You never told me you sketch," he said, tilting his head slightly.I pressed my lips together and gave a playful shrug. "Well, we’ve been too busy… you know… enjoying each other. When would I have had time to bring it up?"Ezekiel chuckled, shaking his head at my teasing tone. "Fair point.

Dad’s expression shifted, a mix of surprise and amusement crossing his face. "Why do you ask?" he said, folding his arms as he leaned back in the chair.I shrugged, trying to keep my voice steady. "Just want to be clear.""Clear? About what?" Dad’s tone carried curiosity, but I sensed unease beneath it.I nodded, narrowing my gaze slightly. "Because I found out you and Mom stayed in a hotel together two months ago."Dad’s posture stiffened, and he straightened in his seat, his composure faltering. "Isabella!"His voice was sharper than I expected, but his next words came hurriedly. "I think you must be mistaken. There’s no way I would be with Kathrine."I leaned back, studying his face. His nervousness was apparent, and it only confirmed my suspicions."No… I don’t think I’m mistaken," I replied, keeping my tone calm but firm.Dad stood abruptly, running a hand through his hair."Isabella, listen to me. There’s no way, okay? You’ve got it wrong.""Then the hotel receptionist lied to m