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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for a moment, staring at the

the box of cookies into my

I eat the whole

push through the door to the kitchen

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 door at

delivering my fresh clothes for

So here I am, at 7 in

the espresso machine and am surprised to

meet Daniel there.

the cup of

“How did you

of coffee down in one

back to Daniel.

I lower my voice.

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

pointing at my chest. “Sure. Weirdly fine

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I raise my eyebrows, switching the

my finger so that it points at him. “You

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.

on?”

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