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?

checked my phone since like…yesterday

through my mind, suddenly, of precisely how distracted I was. Images of Kent pinning me up against

the feel of his

myself, I blush, which only makes Ivan grin. “Ah, that’s all right, Fay,” he says, giving me his patented cocky half–smile. “It’s a surprise then. Go get packed – 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,

his left

turn to follow Ivan’s gaze. Kent doesn’t look at Ivan,

only at me. Then, he twists his head quickly to

my room, his meaning perfectly

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

door shut.

all in a rush. “I had no idea –

desk, grabbing the phone he gave me off of it and handing it to him. Kent glances at

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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

just flicks his eyes at me once, annoyed, and then ignores me, opening the messages and reading through them. I cross my arms over my chest as I stand up, angry at Kent for not letting me have privacy, but then also angry at