Page 41 of One Night With My Grumpy Professor Daddy

Ava lets out an intentionally dramatic breath, and her face turns serious again. “One more important question. Pizza or burgers?”

“That’s an easy one,” Zoe rolls her eyes, a smile on her face.

Ava’s face stretches too, and they say, “Pizza!” at the same time.

“Yay!” Ava does a little dance and Zoe giggles. “Nice to meet you. Ava”

Zoe stretches out a hand for a shake. “I’m Zoe. Want to catch butterflies with me?”

“Uhm,” Ava says with her hand on her chin. Then she bends and whispers something in Zoe’s ears that causes her eyes to widen. Zoe’s eyes sparkle with excitement.

“Really?” Zoe asks.

That’s when I step in. “What are you two up to?” My voice carries faux suspicion, I can’t help the smile stretching across my face. I didn’t realize how much I needed them to get along until I see the mutual look of mischief on their faces.

Ava’s smile stretches. “I may have a few ideas on how we can spend the day.”

By a few ideas, Ava meant her and Zoe gang up to defeat me in every game —tug of war, catch, and their planned sneak attacks, tackling me to the ground. And every time they win, I’ve got to pay them five bucks.

Now, I’m 60 dollars in the hole and I’ve been assigned the duty of getting the girls ice cream with their winnings. With their ice creams in hand, I catch a bit of what Ava is telling Zoe.

“So, Remember, Zoe,” Ava says, crouching down to meet her gaze, “bullies want to see you upset. The best way to deal with them is to stay confident and show them that their words don’t bother you.”

Zoe nods enthusiastically, as a testament to the bond she’s forming with Ava.

“I get it, Ava. Use my words, not my fists.”

Ava smiles warmly. “That’s it. And if you ever need someone to talk to or help with anything, you can always come to me, OK?”

Zoe’s eyes light up, and she throws her arms around Ava. “OK. And thanks for helping me defeat Dad.”

Ava hugs Zoe back. I stand there, happy for the bond two important people in my life have started, and for a moment, part of me wants to know what took me so long.

Zoe suddenly pipes up. “I have a princess Fiona doll. You’ll love her. Do you want to see her? She’s at home so you gotta come with us. Pleeeaase.”

Before Ava responds, Zoe turns to me and asks, “Dad, can Ava come home with us please?”

Ava looks up at me, and I can’t say no to both of them. We hop in the car and head home. As we enter the house, Zoe eagerly leads Ava to her room to show off her prized toy collection.

I linger in the hallway, watching them together while Zoe plays with her Barbies and stuffed animals. As the afternoon turns to evening, I have Claudia prepare a simple dinner for the three of us before she heads home. When it’s time for Zoe to go to bed, she makes Ava tell her a story about Princess Fiona before she falls asleep.

“Wow! That’s next-level Super Nanny skills you’ve got there.“ I say as Ava steps out of Zoe’s room.

She closes the door quietly behind her. “Shh…She basically passed out. I think I went too hard on the games.” Ava giggles

“You went too hard on me too,“ I reply in a husky tone, and what was supposed to be a playful response comes off as a sexual innuendo—making it hard for me to mask the hunger coursing through me.

The room ignites like a match to gasoline.

Ava and I haven’t touched each other for weeks —that’s the longest we’ve been apart. It’s getting harder to ignore.

The rising and falling of her chest increases, and her lips part slightly. I can tell I’m not the only one who feels it, and with all the playing and touching, it’s heightened to its tipping point. Now as we look at each other, basking in this moment, my cock begs to be fed. Tonight, I’m no longer her professor, and she’s not my student. There’s nothing stopping us from tearing into each other, but we’re paralyzed, neither of us moves at the realization that our families are enemies.

We shouldn’t want each other, but we do. And right now, we’re just Ava and Drake.

“Thanks for letting me meet Zoe and for letting me into your amazing home. It’s gorgeous.” Her voice is soft and sweet.

“Thank you… she’s had a lot of fun.”

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