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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things. I’d pushed Kent this afternoon – so it could

deep breath in through my nose and steel myself, moving

better to know, I

fifteen minutes speculating about it. Which is something I know I am

my door open and hear a little plop as something falls flat at

and scoop it up into my arms, closing my door behind me as I hurry to the bed.

by what I see.

each embroidered with the most delicate lily details along their edges. Then, I gasp

soft white fur.

most delicate white moccasins I’ve seen with fur lining the inside and the most

the bed and take a moment to

finger curled on my chin,

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was still lingerie, I supposed. But it was not anything like the lace teddy he

made me wear yesterday, which were

This collection, alternately…