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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through, kicking the shelf a little behind him in a way that makes it swing shut as we pass. “I have lots of secrets. Some of them architectural. Some of

and he laughs at me before focusing his eyes on our destination. I turn too, desperate

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

as I take in the room. It’s a huge space that’s predictably

–

impeccably organized. The entire thing is

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

walks me over to his bed and slowly lowers me down onto it, letting

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

to take a mental assessment of myself

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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, surprised that he’s being