Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 61

Kent storms into the dining room, where the table is set for four. He sits down hard in his chair at the head of the table, waving at the place settings on either side of him.

“Remove these,” he says to the waitstaff, biting off the words in his frustration. “Have Daniel’s and Fay’s plates sent up to Fay’s room, they’ll take their supper there.”

The waitstaff give each other worried looks but silently do as they’re told. The chef comes out next, looking around the room.

“Sir?” He asks, his French accent heavy in the word. “Will you be dining alone?”

“Apparently,” Kent says, angry that Fiona isn’t here either. “Please bring it out.”

The chef nods, impassive, and heads back into the kitchen. A few moments later he appears again with Kent’s first course – salmon tartare with a small side salad and a freshly–sliced French

baguette.

Kent ignores the fish and reaches directly for the bread, slathering

it with butter as he sits back in his chair and thinks.

Thinks, inevitably, about her.

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bed, crying as if her heart would break. He had tried tried to break the mood, to cajole her out of it,

on the wall –

had just kept

his teeth between bites of bread, angry with himself for not being able to control himself. For wanting, even now, to

stairs and so something–anything–to make

Daniel’s problem now, a right with Daniel had just asserted upstairs. Kicking

these past few weeks. Tried to distract himself, to

with his work and his plans, tried to ignore her when she walks by, the light lily scent of her

the air-

expressions of her face, when she’s shocked,

happy, sad, angry-

eyes, that courage she drags up from somewhere deep in her soul – he loves to prod her, to push her, to raise that fire in

it felt, those few times when he lost his control, when

him in the basement,

stairs, pinned her against the hall

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wanted to turn her around right there, press her up against the wall, press the length of himself up against her ass as he slipped his hand beneath her shirt, taught her a lesson about what it