My Student’s Hot Dad

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Chapter Sixteen

"Wow," I remarked looking at the villa, "This is just so beautiful."

"It really is. We hoped that you would like it," August smiled walking behind her with the bags.

"Like it? I love it," I beamed.

"That's great to hear. Mischa, do you mind giving Emily a tour while I bring in the bags?" August inquired.

"Are you sure? I could always help you bring in the bags," I murmured. Even though he had invited me on this trip, I wanted to at least do something to at least thank him for everything. It's not everyday that I get to travel to Greece, especially on my salary. Coming here was like a dream come true and I appreciate him taking me here.

"No. You go ahead and take a tour of the place," He shook his head, "I'll be alright."

"Okay, but call me if you need any help," I replied.

"I will," He chuckled kissing her cheek.

"C'mon, Miss Emily," Mischa said tugging on my arm.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming," I smiled.

For almost an hour, Mischa and I walked around the entire villa while she told me about every single room like my own little tour guide. It was quite cute and I wish I could have gotten a picture or a video of the entire thing.

When the tour was over, Mischa led me to the kitchen so we could grab a snack. We were both pretty hungry from our flight. Mischa decided to grab her favorite snack, which was Oreos, from the pantry. She gave us each four and then poured two glasses of milk for us both to have. We sat at the table and ate our Oreos while talking about all the things we wanted to do while here in Greece. She even gave me more info on all the places she's been to here and a little bit of history too, which impressed me very much because she seemed to have a knack for something like this.

"I've been looking for you two," August said as he stepped into the kitchen. The older man kissed his daughter's forehead and my cheek before sitting down at the table.

"Did you finish bringing in all the bags?" I asked.

"I did. It was a little hard, but I managed to do it," He responded. That statement alone made a frown form onto my face because he could have at least asked me to help me. After all, he is the one who's paying for this trip and I needed some way to thank him for this.

"Why didn't you ask me for help? I would have been happy to help bring in the bags," I told him.

"As much as I would have appreciated your help, I want you to relax. I want you to kick up your feet and get as comfortable as possible during this break because you deserve it," August explained. His words were sweet, but the feeling of not knowing what to do to thank him wasn't. In fact, it was a little bitter to be honest.

"I have to repay you in some way, August. This trip, as grateful as I am for it, is not something to sneeze at in my book. In fact, I feel like anything I do for you will pale in comparison," I explained.

"I understand, Emily, but you don't have to repay me at all. In fact, all you have to do is just have fun this week and not worry about a thing. Okay? Can you do that for me?" He inquired. It took a second of me thinking about what he said before I sighed softly with a faint smile.

"Fine. I'll try to have fun, but don't be afraid to ask for my help," I responded.

"I promise," He chuckled. He leaned over and kissed my cheek while swiping the last Oreo from my napkin. Mischa giggled from her seat at the scene that had just played out before her involving her Oreo snatching father.

"You weren't t as slick as you thought you were," I said as he popped it into his mouth.

"I know," He smirked, "What do you two want to do today?"

"My initial plan was to sleep off this jet lag, but doing something else sounds much better," I replied.

"I'm sleepy too," Mischa chirped.

"You slept the entire flight," August said. The little girl rolled her eyes at her father's statement.

"That doesn't make me any less tired, Dad," Mischa remarked.

"You have a point there. However, we need to at least get out and do something. We're in Athens," He smiled.

"He has a point, Mischa. How about we sleep till noon tomorrow? That might be fun," I said.

"That sounds good. Dad never lets me do that," Mischa replied.

"I only do that because you try to sleep past noon as every single weekend and holiday," He rolled his eyes.

"Well I do the same sometimes," I chuckled.

"See, Dad? Miss Emily is a teacher and she sleeps till noon," Mischa said.

"Your statement is correct, Mischa, but we're going to emphasize the fact that she's a teacher that has to get up every morning to cram as much information into the minds of child like you within an eight hour time span," He is explained.

"That's true, but you also have to consider how much my students have to study the information I give them every single at home for a small portion of the twenty-four hour day and stress out about tests and standardized test given by the test," I added, "Mischa and her classmates wanting to sleep till noon is justified and I say that she should enjoy it while she can before she goes to college and has to take classes that will stress her out more than anything."

"All of that she just said is something I agree with," Mischa told him.

"I bet you do," He chuckled.

"I'm a little curious on what makes you such a get-out-and-go-do-something kind of person when you seem like the type to sleep until two in the afternoon," I said.

"He's not like that all the time," Mischa admitted.

"Oh really?" I looked over at August.

"Yeah. Sometimes he'll sleep till two in the afternoon and it takes every bit of strength within me to get him up," Mischa answered.

"So my hunch was right. You can be pretty lazy when you want to," I smirked, "I guess that's the pot calling the kettle black."

"Fine. I admit that I have a hard time getting out of bed, but can you blame me?" He asked.

"Well when you're telling me that I'm lazy when I do the same, I say yes we can," Mischa answered.

Mischa:1

August: 0

He rolled his eyes for the second time today.

"Mischa, I apologize for calling you lazy. I promise to stop being a hypocrite by scolding you for doing the same," He said.

"Thanks, Dad," She smiled.

"As for our plans for the day, what are we going to do? Are we going to go out and have fun or sleep and have fun?" I inquired.

"After thinking about it, my dad is right. We need to go out and have some fun," Mischa answered.

"Eh. Maybe we can do that after taking a nap," August yawned.

"Really, Dad?" Mischa asked.

"Yeah. I'm feeling tired from the flight as well," He responded, "Sorry."

"Just when I was getting excited about going out," Mischa sighed.

"Since your dad decided to change plans, how about you and I play some UNO Flip? It'll be fun," I suggested.

"You brought UNO?" He inquired.

"Yeah. I thought it would be best if I brought it in case of a rainy day or something," I informed.

"Uno? I've never played it before," Mischa said. That statement made me gasp aloud. My eyes switched from Mischa to August repeatedly. How could someone her age not know how to play Uno? That's extremely blasphemous.

"August, that is child abuse," I said.

"What? I never really got around to teaching her," He replied.

"That's still terrible. She's a child who needs to at least know how to play UNO," I murmured.

"Hey. I'm not the only one who had a hand in this," He told me, "Her mother is also at fault."

"Dad, mom hates playing games like this, especially card games," Mischa said.

"See? Her mother is also to blame," He replied. I chuckled softly.

"Well today we're going to fix that. Let me go grab the cards because she will be learning how to play," I explained standing up from the table. I went straight to my room and to my bag where I found the UNO cards. I took them out and then headed back to the kitchen.

"You can go ahead and take your nap, August," I said.

"I'm fine now. I kind of want to see you teaching up close," He smiled, "Plus it would be nice to play UNO with my little girl."

"Aww. How sweet," I beamed, "However, once she gets the hang of the game, she's going to totally whip your butt at this game."

"Oh really?" August asked.

"Yeah, Dad. I'm going to make you regret the day you challenged me at this game," Mischa chimed in.

"We'll see about that. I'm known for my master playing," He said.

"Alright, you two. As much as find the trash talking entertaining, let's begin playing," I chuckled.

"How many games are we playing?" Mischa asked.

"Hmm....let's say five," I answered.

"Okay," She nodded.

"Five games? Let's make it six," August said.

"Six? So you're really trying to lose half of them?" I joked.

"Oh hush. I'm not going to lose. I'm going to kick both of your butts in this game," He replied.

"It's nice to have hope and dreams," I remarked.

"Oh ha ha," He rolled his eyes. Mischa and I giggled at his response.

For the first unofficial game, it was decided that it was going to be a practice round for the three of us so that Mischa could learn the rules and how to play. Teaching her the rules of this game made me go back into teacher mode with the way I explained it and it also made me explain it in a way that she could understand perfectly and clearly. She, like she does back at school, listened intently and didn't interrupt me at all. She listened and asked questions when she was confused. And I thought that I was on a break from school? I guess my job isn't done.

After the practice game was over, we played an official game. Mischa has gotten the hang of it and was pretty much killing her father the entire time. It was hilarious to witness her constantly slap down a draw two's, draw four's, and skips each time. It was hilarious watching him get saltier and saltier each second.

"So, August, how does it feel to lose against your daughter?" I asked. Mischa giggled as I gathered up all the cards into my hands.

"You're just loving this aren't you?" He gave me a look.

"A little," I smiled.

"Well I'm going to win this next game for sure," He said.

"Do we believe him?" I turned to Mischa. She shook her head with a giggle.

"Aren't you supposed to be encouraging people to do better?" He questioned.

"I am supposed to do that, but it's also entertaining to watch a grown man get his butt whipped in a card game by his own daughter who didn't know how to play until now," I responded.

"Rub it in why don't you," He muttered.

"Oh I will for sure," I chuckled.

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