bad student, bad teacher. h.s
"We've met and here's the little heart that you've placed on your chest for me. Oh, and here's the necklace too."
"Yes, we met, but I never imagined that you would be my teacher, and I would be the student, Mr. Styles." She paused ",Or should I call you daddy?"
"Call me daddy because you're already my baby girl."
Warning: The story contains mature content and age gap is involved too.