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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moment, staring at the door. Then I

box of cookies into my

eat the whole

next morning I push through the door

bleary from lack of sleep. Unfortunately, no matter how late you go to bed, the Lippert house is buzzing with activity as soon as 6

delivering my fresh clothes for the day. There was

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

make a beeline for the espresso machine and

meet Daniel there.

me the

“How did you sleep?”

shot of coffee down in one and

back to Daniel.

and then I lower my voice. “Daniel,” I

me, curious and a little concerned. “Is everything

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

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you?” I raise

it points at him. “You are oddly in hot water

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

on?”

“Whatever was going on in your room…your dad…”