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.

of the

great.

I didn’t realize how much I wanted a

and how much I had missed

never really had it before except in

my image of Prince

crazy lifestyle definitely would have

of the running. But in other ways? He…kind of fits

laughed, and we

ever pushed me to go further than

to. Instead, he let me explore the contours

pace, and I

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

face hurt.

on the edge of anything

A

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turn to stare up at the door to this house I realize…that

like the way Kent makes me

idea if that’s good or bad.

frankly, which one I like