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 door. Then

my bed, pulling the box of cookies into my lap.

eat

morning I push through the door to the kitchen rubbing

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

my fresh clothes for the day. There

that. So here I am, at 7 in the morning, needing coffee.

a beeline for the espresso machine and am surprised

meet Daniel there.

he says, handing me the cup of

it gratefully. “How

in one

back to Daniel.

and then I lower my voice. “Daniel,”

frowns at me, curious and a

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

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raise my eyebrows, switching the

that it points at

the kitchen, checking to make sure we aren’t overhead. Then,

on?”

to him. “Whatever was going on in your room…your dad…”