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.

my bed, pulling the box of cookies

eat the whole thing.

next morning I push through the

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

clothes for the day. There was no

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

make a beeline for the espresso

meet Daniel there.

says, handing me the

it gratefully. “How did you

coffee down in one and hand the porcelain cup

back to Daniel.

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

curious and a little concerned. “Is everything all

pointing at my chest.

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for you?” I raise my eyebrows, switching

so that it points at him. “You

Daniel exclaims, looking around at the others in the kitchen, checking to make sure we aren’t overhead. Then, he puts

on?”

your room…your dad…”