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

in through my

know, I think,

minutes speculating about it. Which is something I know I am perfectly capable of doing. But…I’ve got to be

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

my arms, closing my door behind me as I hurry

absolutely stunned by what I

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

soft white fur.

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

and take

curled on my

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

wear yesterday, which were each

me. This collection, alternately…