Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 198

“Ivan,” I say, my voice hardly more than a whisper as I stare at him from the top of the steps. Then, realizing that I’m standing here basically naked in my tiny robe, I clutch the fabric closed at my throat and take a deep breath, trying to figure out what the hell to

do next. What is he doing here!?

“I take it,” Ivan says, his smirk deepening, “by your state of dress that you are…not ready yet? Do you need a few more minutes?”

“A few more minutes?” I ask, baffled. And then, fully aware that

Kent’s eyes are on me, I flit down the steps until I’m eye–level with

Ivan. “What are you talking about, Ivan? Why are you – what are

you –”

Seeing that I’m not playing coy and that I’m genuinely confused, Ivan frowns at me. “Didn’t you get my texts, Fay? Or your dad’s? This was…all set up.”

1 slap a hand to my forehead, groaning. Texts. My phone. You know, communication with the outside world?

I explain, shaking my head. “I haven’t checked my phone since like…yesterday afternoon. I’m sorry –

suddenly, of precisely how distracted I was. Images of Kent pinning

on mine while he carried me upstairs- the feel of his body against mine as he pressed into me –

– I’m taking you away for the night. A little mini–break, just you and me. So we can, ah…get to know each other.” His eyes move, at his last words, to Kent standing at the top of the stairs. Ivan’s smile deepens,

left

follow Ivan’s gaze. Kent doesn’t

he twists his head quickly to the side

my room, his meaning perfectly clear.

Kent and towards my room. I can hear Kent’s heavy footsteps behind me as I fly into my room and spin to face

door shut.

say, all in a rush. “I

it and handing it to him. Kent glances at it and then tosses it on the bed, glaring at

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purse my lips together, a little frustrated, and then nod. I kneel down and open the bottom door of my desk, pulling out the burner phone Janeen gave me. I glance at it, seeing that I have several unread messages. I start to open them

cross my arms over my chest as I stand up, angry at Kent for