Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I surprise myself with my wicked grin, then, as I look down at him. Because this, at least – this cat and mouse game? It’s familiar ground. And really, I do know, after last night, that Kent isn’t going

to enforce that contract if I don’t want him to. He wants me to

want it.

And, if I’m honest? After a day to think about it, and looking at him right now, staring up at me with his muscular arms crossed, his diamond–cut jaw clenched, all power, and all at my command?

I still do.

I want it.

Just…on my terms, like Janeen said.

“We have a contract, Kent,” I say, my smile growing as I lean over

the banister to get a better look at him. “But that contract had no specific timeline. So, I guess…” I shrug. “We’ll just have to see.”

Then, without a look back, I jog the rest of the way up the stairs.

At around eight o’clock, a knock comes at my door, making my stomach plummet almost to my feet. I hesitate, knowing it could

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Kent this afternoon – so it could be him, ready to push me back – but…

take a deep breath in through my

door. It’s better to know, I think, than

is something I know I am perfectly capable of

hear a little plop as something falls flat at

and scoop it up into my arms, closing my door behind me as I hurry

stunned by what I

the incredible softness of the little silk pajama shorts and matching camisole, each embroidered with the most delicate lily details along their edges. Then, I gasp when beneath it I find the most luxurious robe I’ve ever seen – cut short, but

soft white fur.

of the most delicate white

up on the bed and take a moment to

finger curled on my chin, curious.

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supposed. But it was not anything like the lace teddy he sent me the first night, or the

me wear yesterday,

me. This collection,