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?”

eyebrow suggestively raised, and I swat at him, cackling

of

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you’re going to get me in bed!?”

with me, “and a

mine than yours!”

he brings his beer bottle to his

pretty here, though,” I sigh, my laughter fading to a happy hum in my chest. “Thank you

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bringing me.”

sit there for a long time, chatting about nothing,

the sky. I smile when I see a few early fireflies 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, and Ivan wraps a

1. me.

and then feel a

my stomach when

was keening me

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heat just a couple of hours

wonder suddenly, am I a

to race, my body going tense as I consider the fact that I’m letting Ivan hold me on the deck of my

was…

Maybe I am a slut.

bad thing to

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Should I be sitting here, slut–shaming

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

Fay?” Ivan asks gently.

be when I’m just relaxing on a deck drinking a beer. My body is