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

through my nose and steel

better to know, I think, than to sit

about it. Which is something I know I am perfectly capable of

little plop as something falls flat at my feet.

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

by

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 trimmed at

soft white fur.

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

up on the bed and take a moment to stare at

curled on my chin, curious.

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

wear yesterday, which were each designed to

me. This collection, alternately…