Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Gifts

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.

I mean, Kent,” she says. “I could council

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

could just try,” she says, frustrated. He smiles and looks back at her, liking the fire he sees in her when she

leaning back in his chair,

Freedom and

help the deepening of his smile. Take away his

Fay,” he says, “but again. No.”

open the door to leave. As he hears her move through the door, he glances

choice, he notes. He’ll repeat that fashion

computer which holds all of the surveillance footage in 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, by passing

the hallway –

gives a little hum of interest, leaning back in his chair as he watches her tap gently on Daniel’s

answers and smiles at her, inviting

in his gut.

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

few moments later, she answers. “Hey

come down to my office, please?”

on

edge

fine,” she murmurs, looking around. The room is tastefully decorated in shades of brown and green that match Daniel’s eyes, but there’s very little personal decoration – not much that

wondering about Daniel’s life as an only

and the several bookcases full of texts against the far wall.

you get bored?” She wonders,

he says, laughing a little. “Doesn’t everyone?”

ever get to leave?” She asks, studying

her questions. “But we can’t leave now. Not for a while. Not until things are

falls back against his pillows.

everything dies down, once we’re married, we’ll have like…complete freedom. We can

he knows

kill for what we have. We actually like each other’s company and we have all the money in the

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