Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“Oh my god,” I mutter, my mouth full of crab cake, my eyes almost rolling back into my head with how delicious it is.

“This is…seriously, how do they get such good seafood up in the mountains? This tastes like it was

caught this morning!”

“I think it was,” Ivan replies, equally intent on a lobster tail. “I think they’ve got a guy whose whole job is to drive up from the shore in the mornings with the freshest catch. Then he goes back at night.”

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“A lot of lonely hours on the road,” I murmur, nodding seriously, “but he’s doing God’s work.”

I take a final bite and then, groaning, lean on the backrest of the queen–sized lounge positioned on my father’s third–floor deck, looking out over the scenery. We’re eating al fresco tonight and the view is…amazing. Just treetops and mountain peaks as far as the

eye can see.

As much as I resent my father

my cheek still carries the phantom sting of his slap – I have

to admit…his taste in vacation

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property is flawless.

Ivan leans back next to me on the lounge, our shoulders brushing. He holds out a beer to me, fresh from the cooler at his side. Smiling, I take it, twisting off the top and taking a swig.

“So,” I say, leaning into Ivan and giving him a little nudge with my shoulder. “What do we do now?”

me, his eyebrow suggestively raised,

a couple of crab

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you’re going to get me in bed!?”

laughing with me, “and a multi–million- dollar property!”

more mine

point as he brings his beer bottle to his lips, “semantics. Not important.”

to a happy hum in my chest. “Thank you

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bringing me.”

chatting about nothing, as the sun fades over the horizon and stars

flitting their way through the treetops, the swoop of bats and owls as they start their nighttime prowl. I shiver, a little, as the evening grows colder,

1. me.

lean into him and then

stomach when I remember…well, that

was

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just a couple

wonder suddenly, am

the deck of my father’s house when only a few

was…

Maybe I am a

thing to be a slut?

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frantically. Should I be

I like Janeen says – just give in to the impulses of my body and not bother with puritanical questions

right, Fay?” Ivan asks

I’m panicked a little bit – breathing harder than I should be when I’m just relaxing on a deck drinking a beer. My body is tense against Ivan’s.