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

box of cookies into my

word, I eat

next morning I push through the

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

fresh clothes for the

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

beeline for the espresso

meet Daniel there.

Fay,” he says, handing me the cup

accept it gratefully. “How did

the shot of coffee down in one and hand the

back to Daniel.

and then I lower my voice. “Daniel,” I

at me, curious and a little concerned. “Is

I ask, pointing at my chest.

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I raise my eyebrows,

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

make sure we aren’t overhead. Then, he puts a hand

on?”

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