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 the door. Then

bed, pulling the box

word, I eat the whole

the door to

lack of sleep. Unfortunately, no matter how late you go to bed, the Lippert house

my fresh clothes for the day.

that. So here I am,

espresso machine and am surprised to

meet Daniel there.

says, handing me the cup of espresso he just

gratefully. “How did you sleep?”

the shot of coffee down in

back to Daniel.

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

and a little concerned.

I ask, pointing at my chest. “Sure. Weirdly fine at the

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But for you?” I raise my eyebrows, switching the

so that it points at him. “You are oddly in

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

on?”

“Whatever was going on in your room…your dad…” I bite my lip. Damn, I didn’t really plan how I wanted to