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.

much I wanted a night like

Ivan, and how much I had missed

except

would have fit my image of Prince Charming

crazy lifestyle definitely would

of the running. But in other ways?

and we kissed, and I could

wanted more but he never, ever pushed

he let me explore the contours of him at my

I liked it.

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

face hurt.

whole time, I never felt on the

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scared, or pushed. Just felt…well,

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turn to stare up at the door

Kent makes me feel. At

no idea if that’s

frankly, which one I like