Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“Okay,” Fiona says, studying me in the last dress. She holds up the beaded Oscar de la Renta that was our other top choice, an incredible off–white beaded silk that fell heavily to the floor and made a fantastic shushing sound as I walked.

“This one?” She indicates the Oscar, “or that?” She gestures towards the incredibly romantic Caroline Herrera dress that hugs my waist with a tight bodice, the off–shoulder sleeves flowing down in to the flowing charmeuse of the skirt, which sweeps behind me in a five–foot train.

“This one,” I say, a little breathless, staring at myself in the mirror. I had never really been the kind of girl who dreamed about her

wedding before, but in a dress like this? I am actually starting to

feel like a bride.

“Oh thank god,” Fiona says, wiping a tear from her eye. “That was my favorite too. If you’d picked the Oscar, you’d have broken my

heart.”

I laugh a little as she picks up her phone, texting someone. I

realize, suddenly, that she’s messaging Kent – telling him to come down for final approval.

When the door opens, I turn to face him, biting my lip, wondering, passively, if he’ll approve.

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He’s looking down at his phone as he walks into the room but,

the room from us,

in his

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in the bottom of my belly. Does

right choice?

slowly rove over my form. I turn to him, running my hands across the fabric at my

shut. He takes

one step back-

animal, that of prey flinching back from a

my fear, and

for a moment as

shoulders back, putting his hands into his

me again. It’s a mask, though, this time

He’s just pretending to be the passive buyer studying his

goods.

wolf, and I am

stare at him, aware, in some part of me,

then,

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my hips so that my thighs rub together beneath the skirt of my

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legs, my thighs, and I see a muscle flicker

eyes flashing between us. “I guess you like it, Kent?”