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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at the door. Then I slump

the box of cookies into my

I eat the

through the door to the

of sleep. Unfortunately, no matter how late you go to bed, the Lippert house is buzzing with activity as soon as

for the day. There was

after that. So here I am, at 7 in the

a beeline for the espresso machine

meet Daniel there.

the cup of espresso he

gratefully. “How did

in

back to Daniel.

then I lower

me, curious and a

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

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for you?” I raise my

so that it points at him. “You are oddly in hot

aren’t overhead. Then, he puts

on?”

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