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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still for a moment, staring at

the box of cookies into

a word, I eat the whole

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 am. A knock came to the

delivering my fresh clothes for the day. There

I am, at 7 in the

for the espresso machine and am

meet Daniel there.

the

accept it gratefully. “How did you

in one and hand the

back to Daniel.

and then I lower my

and a little concerned. “Is everything all right?”

pointing at my chest. “Sure.

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you?” I raise my eyebrows, switching the

points at him. “You are

in the kitchen, checking to make sure we aren’t overhead. Then, he puts a hand on my elbow,

on?”

room…your dad…” I