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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of only a few things. I’d pushed Kent this afternoon – so it could be him, ready to push me

a deep breath in through my nose and

It’s better to know, I think, than to sit on

know I am perfectly capable of doing. But…I’ve

open and hear a little plop as

a white ribbon tonight. I lean down and scoop it up into my arms, closing my

stunned by what I see.

camisole, each embroidered with the most delicate lily details along their edges. Then, I gasp when beneath it I find the most

soft white fur.

the box then and marvel again at the last gift – a pair of the most delicate white moccasins I’ve seen with fur lining the inside and the

these treasures up on the bed and take a moment to

on my

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was…well, it was still lingerie, I supposed. But it was not anything like

he made me wear yesterday, which

This collection, alternately…