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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at

pulling the box of

a word, I eat the

push through the

how late you go to bed, the Lippert house is buzzing with activity as

delivering my fresh clothes for the day. There

back to sleep after that. So here I am, at 7 in the

espresso machine and am surprised to

meet Daniel there.

says, handing me the cup of espresso he just made.

“How did

down in

back to Daniel.

great,” I say back to him, and then I lower my voice. “Daniel,” I say. “We have to

a little

at my chest. “Sure. Weirdly fine

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for you?” I raise my

points at him. “You

Daniel exclaims, looking around at the others in the kitchen, checking to make sure we aren’t overhead. Then, he puts a hand on my elbow, drawing me closer to him. “What’s

on?”

on in your room…your dad…” I