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.

spent a great deal of the time making out.

great.

much I wanted a night like tonight

like Ivan, and how much I had

except in my

my image of Prince Charming – his tattoos, his

crazy lifestyle definitely would

in other ways? He…kind of

We laughed, and we kissed, and I could

wanted more but he never, ever pushed

explore the contours of him at my

pace, and I liked it.

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

face hurt.

whole time, I never felt on the edge

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to stare up at the door to this house

like the way Kent makes me feel. At

have no idea if

one I