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

my bed, pulling the box of cookies into

a word, I eat the

through the door to the kitchen rubbing

house is

for the

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

espresso machine and am surprised

meet Daniel there.

the cup of espresso he just made.

gratefully. “How

of coffee down in one and hand

back to Daniel.

I say back to him, and then I lower my

a little concerned. “Is everything all right?”

at my chest. “Sure. Weirdly

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for you?” I raise my eyebrows,

at

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

on?”

“Whatever was going on in your room…your dad…” I bite