Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Chapter 17 – Freedom and Dominion–1

The next morning, Kent is working in his office when a knock comes at the door.

“Come in,” he calls, hardly paying attention.

The door creeks open but no one says anything. Annoyed, Kent looks up, ready to tell whatever captain or guard was coming to report to get on with it and stop wasting his time.

To his surprise, though, Fay stands in the doorway. Kent leans back in his chair with a smirk, curious. What on earth could she

want now?

“Yes?” he asks.

“Um, can I come in?” she says, anxiously playing with her hair.

“I already told you to come in, Fay,” he says evenly. Annoyed, she drops her hair and takes two steps into the room, pushing the door closed behind her. Then, she leans against the wall, a

little afraid.

Like a kitten in a tiger’s cage. Kent can’t help but smile at the sight of her.

Today she’s wearing brown riding boots over tight jeans, a green cashmere sweater on top. The green brings out the cream of her complexion, the fire of her hair. As he knew it would.

She starts to play with her hair again, and Kent decides that he likes it down better than up. He makes a mental note to tell the housekeeper to leave it down more often.

“Yesss…?” Kent prompts, impatient.

“I just wanted to talk. About last night.” She hesitates again. “Is it safe to talk in here? About…”

He sighs and gives her a little glare. “Yes, Fay. Go ahead.”

“I just wanted to offer, again, to help. In whatever way I can. I’m happy to offer my services.”

“Your…services,” he says, letting his eyes rove over her body as much as they want to, deliberately trying to be lewd. If he embarrasses her, she’ll give up, he thinks. As she’s done before.

She blushes deliciously – he feels a stirring within himself, watching her squirm – and then stands up straight.

Kent,” she says. “I

those,” he says, looking back to the papers on the desk as if

her, liking the fire he sees in her when she gets pissed off,

back in his chair, studying her. He’s genuinely curious. Is she

Freedom

the deepening of his smile. Take away his

offer, Fay,” he says, “but again. No.”

that, he turns back to his papers, deliberately ignoring her until he hears her sigh and open the door to leave. As he hears her move through the door, he glances up to catch one last glimpse before she

choice, he notes. He’ll repeat that fashion choice again.

his house. A few clicks allow him to focus the cameras on her, following her path as she goes back up the stairs towards her room. She surprises him, though,

down the hallway –

of interest, leaning back

son answers and smiles at her,

in

giving himself a chance to think about it too much, he leans over to the intercom on his

moments later, she answers. “Hey

you come down to my

down on Daniel’s

sitting on the edge next

that match Daniel’s eyes, but there’s very little personal decoration – not

She asks, suddenly wondering

in here,” he says, nodding to his computer and the several bookcases full of texts against the

She wonders,

course,” he says, laughing a little.

get to leave?” She asks, studying her handsome

that’s evidence of that.” He hesitates, realizing the direction of her questions. “But we can’t leave

falls back against

murmurs, sorry that she feels so discontented. “Once everything dies down, once we’re married, we’ll have like…complete freedom. We can go back to the bookshops…maybe to Paris…” he gives

response, but he knows she’s not content with what he’s

and we have all the money in the world at our disposal. Soon

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