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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a moment, staring at the door. Then I slump

box of cookies into my lap.

word, I eat

morning I push through the door to the

to bed, the Lippert house is buzzing with activity as soon as 6 am.

fresh clothes for the

I am, at

for the espresso machine and am surprised

meet Daniel there.

says, handing me the cup of espresso he just made.

“How did

down in one and hand the porcelain cup

back to Daniel.

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

frowns at me, curious and a little concerned. “Is

I ask, pointing at my chest.

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raise my eyebrows,

finger so that it points at

at the others in the kitchen, checking to make sure we aren’t overhead. Then, he

on?”

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