Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Ivan drops me off almost precisely at midnight.

In the car, he leans over to give me one last kiss goodnight, but I put a hand out to stop him.

“Please,” I say, my eyes sad. He pulls back, surprised, but then his eyes flick up to the house, maybe thinking about Daniel – my apparent fiancé – waiting inside.

“All right,” he whispers, giving me a warm little smile. Then he takes my hand in his and raises it to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss against my knuckles, just as he did that time at the bar. “I

want to see you again, Fay. Soon.”

I nod, giving him a half smile, but I don’t say anything as I step out of the car, my mood strange and taciturn. I wave as Ivan pulls away but I don’t turn and head into the house immediately. Because frankly, I’m not sure I want to be here, and I know what’s waiting for me inside.

Because tonight, with Ivan?

Tonight was just…amazing.

Ivan and I spent the entire night outside the taco truck, not needing anything more than some good food and cheap beers to

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fuel an entire night of conversation. Or at least, we spent a lot of it

talking.

great deal of the time making out. And it

great.

just – I didn’t realize how much

like Ivan, and how much I

had it before except in my imagination.

my image of Prince Charming

lifestyle definitely would have

in other ways? He…kind of fits

We laughed, and we kissed,

ever pushed me to go further

he let me explore the

I liked it.

pulling his face down to mine, opening my mouth to him. I liked the feel of him exploring me with his tongue and his hands. I liked the way he pulled me closer to him, letting me know that there’s more here to for the taking if I want it, but only if I want it and at my own pace. By the end of the night he’d had me feeling so comfortable that I’d somehow found myself sitting in his lap, running my fingertips through his bleach–blonde hair, his broad hand slipping down the outside of my thigh and

face hurt.

I never felt on the edge of anything

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scared, or pushed. Just felt…well,

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stare up at the door to this house

the way Kent makes

if that’s good or bad.

frankly, which one I