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.

mean, Kent,” she says. “I

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

just try,” she says, frustrated. He smiles and looks back at her, liking the fire he sees in her when she gets pissed off, God, but he

asks, leaning back in his chair, studying her.

Freedom

away his favorite

for your offer, Fay,” he

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

tight jeans were a good choice, he notes.

in his house. A few clicks allow him to focus the cameras on her, following her path as she

the hallway –

a little hum of interest, leaning back in his chair as he watches

at her, inviting her

that’s roiling in his

himself a chance to think about it too much, he leans over to the intercom on his desk, pressing number 8 for his own bedroom. “Fiona?” he says.

later, she answers. “Hey baby,”

you come down to my

on

wrong?” he asks, sitting on the edge next to her. “Are

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 seems like Daniel himself has chosen

wondering about Daniel’s life as

mostly stay in here,” he says, nodding to his computer and the several bookcases full of texts against the far wall.

you get bored?” She wonders,

course,” he says, laughing

to leave?” She

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

and falls back against

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

little half–smile in response, but he knows she’s not content with what he’s offering.

and we have all the money in the world at our disposal. Soon you’ll be one of the

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