Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 165

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.

deal of the time making out.

great.

realize how much I wanted a night like

how much

really had it before except in

image of Prince Charming – his

job, and crazy lifestyle definitely would have

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

We laughed, and we kissed, and I could tell

more but he never, ever

explore the contours of him

I liked

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 getting dangerously close to my ass as

face hurt.

the whole time, I never felt on the edge of anything – never

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to stare up at the door to this house I realize…that it’s

makes me feel. At all, ever.

if that’s

which one