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 haven’t checked my phone since like…yesterday afternoon. I’m sorry – I’ve been…distracted.”

precisely how distracted I was. Images

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

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, to Kent standing at the top of the

his left cheek.

to follow Ivan’s gaze. Kent doesn’t

at me. Then, he twists his head

his meaning

I run up the stairs, past Kent and towards my room. I can hear Kent’s heavy footsteps behind me as I

door shut.

a rush. “I had no idea – I did not

gave me off of it

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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.

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,