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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staring at the door. Then I slump down

my bed, pulling the box of

eat the whole thing.

the door to the kitchen

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 6:30

clothes for the day. There

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

espresso

meet Daniel there.

says, handing me the cup of

“How did you

shoot the shot of coffee down in one and hand the porcelain cup

back to Daniel.

and then I lower my voice. “Daniel,” I say. “We have to talk.”

and a little concerned. “Is

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

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But for you?” I raise my eyebrows,

that it points at him. “You are oddly in

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 going

on?”

in your room…your dad…” I bite my lip. Damn, I didn’t really