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 door. Then

my bed, pulling the box of cookies

eat the

next morning I push through the door to the kitchen rubbing

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 door at

my fresh clothes for

am, at 7 in

for the espresso

meet Daniel there.

he says, handing me the cup of espresso he just

accept it gratefully. “How

in one and

back to Daniel.

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

frowns at me, curious and a little concerned.

pointing at my chest.

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you?” I raise my

points at him. “You are oddly in hot water today.”

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?”

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