Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“That’s not the bad part,” I say, covering my eyes with my hand. “I

was fine with all of that – I signed that contract eagerly.”

I hear my sister flick through the contract to the end. “Well,” she

mutters, “this one isn’t signed…”

“Because that’s Kent’s second offer,” I say plainly, trying to keep my voice even as I peek through my fingers at her. Janeen quirks her head to the side, looking at me. “That’s the NDA he wants me

to sign. When he pays me an insane amount of money to become

his mistress.”

Janeen’s mouth slowly drops open into an exaggerated O as she

stares at me for a moment. And then I almost leap out of my seat

when she lets out a convulsive shriek of victory. “Yes! I knew it!”

she shouts, pumping her hands in the air, the contract flapping as

she waves it around. “I knew he was into you – I knew he wasn’t buying you fricking horses for nothing-”

“Janeen!” I gasp, shocked at her and a little appalled. “He has not

this whole time-”

she says,

that plainly says you naïve little baby. “He has been into you since the moment he met

just because they

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kitten who needs

her, crossing my arms defensively across my stomach. But…damn it. My eyes flick to the side

here I have been aware of…something…between Kent

–

I. And it’s been brewing

me. “You know it too!” She grabs her drink off the table and takes a swig, falling back laughing. “Oh, this is the best! I fricking

the table, taking a sip. “Well?” I bite out. “Just because he’s…into me…” I flick my hand, skipping over the details, “doesn’t

sip of her drink. I wait patiently, watching her, wondering what’s going on in her mind.

quietly, leaning forward a little.

to do?”

away from her

meannnn,” she says, smirking and drawing out the word.

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open and I blush terribly, making

laughter again.

triumph. “I knew it – I fucking

sharply this time, but she just kicks me back. “Would you take this seriously?” I beg, and she calms down when she sees the very real worry on my face. She takes a deep breath, clearly working hard to contain her

I mutter, looking down into my glass and feeling just as overwhelmed and upset and ashamed as I felt in Kent’s office. “I can’t – I can’t be his whore – I would never –”