Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 161

I only saw Jerome as I left the house. He was at the foot of the stairs as I tottered down them in the six–inch heels Kent sent me to pair with my outfit. Jerome had opened his mouth to say something, but I gave him a withering glare as I made my way slowly down the stairs and he just shrugged, holding out a hand

to help me balance.

I didn’t ask where Kent or Daniel were as we walked to the garage and he helped me into the car. We’re silent now as we drive, our relationship newly awkward. I glance at him, wondering if he knows that I know about him and Daniel, or if this new stiffness is about me leaving him stranded in the road when I left with Ivan

the first time.

No answers come to my questions, though, making me sigh. When we pull up to the restaurant – I do a double–take, surprised to see that it’s actually the same restaurant that Daniel took

me to a few weeks ago – Jerome grabs my hand as I open the

passenger–side door.

Surprised, I look back him.

“Fay,” he says, worry on his face, and I think – some real

affection as well. “Just be careful tonight, okay?”

a little smile. “Thanks, Jerome.” A

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stomach as he nods back to me. Maybe our

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of the car, closing the door behind me, and look around

for Ivan.

go to him immediately and my stomach turns over, instantly filled with flutters. His six–foot, leanly–muscled frame is wrapped, for the first time since I’ve known him, in a chic black suit, his tattoos peaking over the crisp white collar of his dress shirt. Despite his ease at the valet stand, Ivan is clearly a man of significant power. It seems like everyone’s eyes are drawn to

his power easily, like a jaguar moving through the jungle, totally confident in his status as predator, not prey. His eyes meet mine and

as I cross the short

“You look…nice.”

few steps I take towards him, making me hesitate and look down at myself. “What?” I ask, looking back

“You

slowly, still smiling but pausing before he replies.

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burn in embarrassment and defiance at

in his voice.