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.

I mean, Kent,” she says. “I

don’t need those,” he says, looking back to the papers on the desk as

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

so hard for this,” he asks, leaning back in his chair, studying her. He’s genuinely curious. Is she trying to get

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deepening of his smile. Take away his favorite

for your offer, Fay,” he

sigh and open the door to leave. As he hears her move through the door, he glances up to catch one last glimpse

he notes. He’ll repeat that fashion choice

Kent turns his 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 as she goes back up

the

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

and smiles at her, inviting her in. The girl

in

to the intercom on his desk, pressing number 8 for his own bedroom. “Fiona?” he

she answers. “Hey baby,” she

you come down to my

down on

wrong?” he asks, sitting on the edge

of brown and green that match Daniel’s eyes, but there’s very little personal decoration – not much that seems like

all day, here?” She asks, suddenly wondering about Daniel’s life

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

bored?” She wonders,

course,” he says, laughing a little.

She asks, studying her handsome

questions. “But we can’t leave now. Not

falls

he 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

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

we have all the money in the world at our disposal. Soon you’ll be one of the richest, most powerful women in this city,

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