Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 223

I open my eyes when I realize, quite suddenly, that Kent is not walking me towards the office door that I came through. Instead, he heads to the back of the office towards where he keeps a shelf full of leather–bound books that I’ve never really thought much about before.

“Where are we going?” I ask, a little shocked and more than a little curious.

“The door,” Kent replies, and I hear something in his voice that’s a little smug.

I frown up at him, confused, wanting to be in on the secret.

“That one,” he says, bringing me close to the bookshelf and nodding towards it, not looking at me. “The green one. With the gilt title.”

Hesitant, I reach out a hand and touch the book he indicated, pulling it towards me. The book tilts in my hand, but instead of sliding off the shelf it pivots forward and clicks. Then, I gasp as the whole bookshelf swiftly spins away, revealing…a corridor.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, looking up at Kent, shocked. “You – you have secret passages?”

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him in a way that makes it swing shut as we pass. “I have lots of secrets. Some of them architectural. Some of

at me before focusing

suddenly – quite suddenly – we’re in a gigantic bedroom, dimly lit by the light that peeks around drawn white shades. My jaw drops open as I realize that I’m – I’m in Kent’s bedroom – and that we got here from a secret entrance from

carries me over to the bed as I take in the room. It’s a huge

–

organized. The

wood accents, and it’s dark and moody – just

his bed and slowly lowers me down onto it, letting me rest against the pillows that are propped against the

you feeling?” Kent asks, pulling down the blankets and sheets a little so that my bare bottom is caressed by the softest sheets I think I’ve ever felt. I blush as I realize, suddenly, that I’m basically naked except for

to take a mental assessment of

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over my knees and tucks them in around my waist. I lose my train of thought as I look up at him, though,