Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 142

“Trust me, Fay,” he murmurs, his eyes on my mouth again. “This

will be nothing like Girl Scouts.”

I groan then, tossing my head back, letting him see that none of

this is sexy. It’s all just so draining.

“Whatever, Kent,” I murmur, looking up at the ceiling. “Can you just go away? I’m tired. I want to go to bed.”

He surprises me by backing off. I watch him as he moves away from me, heading towards the door.

“Seriously?” I ask, watching him as he twists the handle. “That’s it? No fight? No repartee? It’s that simple?”

Slowly, Kent turns to me. “You’re tired, Fay,” he says. “Go to bed. You need your rest.” He takes a moment to consider me, though. To run his eyes over my tired face, my rumpled hair, my lips still swollen from the force of his own pressed against them not so

long ago.

“But simple? No, Fay. If you think this is over…” He just slowly

shakes his head.

With that, he pulls my door open and steps out into the hall, closing it behind him.

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staring at the door. Then I slump

the box of cookies into my

I eat the whole

next morning I push through the door to

Lippert house is buzzing with activity as soon as 6 am. A knock came to the door at 6:30 –

delivering my fresh clothes for the day.

here I am, at 7 in the

for the espresso machine and am surprised to

meet Daniel there.

says, handing me the cup of espresso he

accept it gratefully. “How did

shot of coffee down in

back to Daniel.

him, and then I lower my voice.

a little concerned. “Is everything all right?”

me?” I ask, pointing at my chest. “Sure. Weirdly

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for you?” I raise

at him.

aren’t overhead. Then, he puts a hand on my elbow, drawing me

on?”

closer to him. “Whatever was going on in your room…your dad…” I bite my