Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I blush, thinking about it, and then I scowl at myself in the mirror

for blushing and pull my robe off of its hook, tugging it over my arms and knotting it tight around my waist.

Honestly, I’m a mafia mistress now. A real one. Shouldn’t I be beyond embarrassment?

A knock comes at my bedroom door and, eager for the

distraction, I move to it quickly. I don’t have plans for the evening –

but did Kent…?

When I open the door, I’m surprised but not displeased to see

Jerome standing there, looking bored. I give him a happy smile

and he opens his mouth to say something, but then he freezes

after he takes one look at me.

“What?” I say, taking a step back, my hands flying to anxiously twist the ends of my wet hair. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh my god,” Jerome whispers, leaning forward and grinning at me. “You actually did it, didn’t you?”

no way – there’s no

my god, you totally did!” Jerome hisses, gleeful, “You

the hallway, frantic. “What the are you serious–how did

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slamming the

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please, I’m dying,” Jerome laughs as he stumbles across my

voice half whisper and half glee. “Please, you have to tell me

you anything!” I hiss,

bed. “Even if

mean,

that…well, that it’s no good.

end of my

at me as if it’s Christmas morning. “Come on, Fay, I won’t tell anyone – I can keep a

at

telling you my deepest darkest

but I can’t help smiling a little. Honestly, I am dying to talk to

raising his brows. “Like the one you had last night with my

to smack him on the arm.

and wait” I freeze, my

–

just call Daniel

turn to blush. “No – I mean,

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