Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 17

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.

Kent,” she says. “I could council you, offer some

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

hard for this,” he asks, leaning back in his

Freedom

his smile. Take away his favorite new hobby? He didn’t think

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

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

jeans were a good choice, he

attention to the screen on his 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

the

room. Kent gives a little hum of interest, leaning back in his

and smiles at her, inviting

in his

chance to think about it too much, he leans over to the

few moments later, she answers. “Hey baby,” she purrs.

down to my

on Daniel’s bed, sighing.

edge next to

shades of brown and green that match Daniel’s eyes, but there’s very little personal

wondering about Daniel’s life as an only child in a mafia family.

and

get bored?” She wonders, sitting up.

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

She asks, studying her

hesitates, realizing the direction of her questions. “But we

falls back against his pillows.

once we’re married, we’ll have like…complete freedom. We can go back to the bookshops…maybe to Paris…” he gives her a

but he knows

to her and taking her hand. “Some people would kill for what we have. We actually like each other’s company and we have all the money in the

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