Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 226

I breathe peacefully as I look around at the little cavern that Kent has created for himself, more relaxed than I thought I’d be in his little refuge away from the world. It is at once… precisely what I would expect from him, and also so completely surprising. It’s incredibly lux, organized, and neat – but also, who knew Kent had hobbies? There’s even a little chess board set next to one of the wingback chairs. And who knew he had so many books?

I find myself drawn to them and slip out of the bed, wandering over to the bookshelves, but then I blush as I realize that – well, I’m still naked. I grab a throw blanket off the end of the bed, eager to cover up, but then I realize again that I’m alone. So, I awkwardly drop it on the floor and turn towards the closet, shivering a little. Kent keeps his room quite cold.

I move over to the closet and pull at both of the double doors at once, incredibly curious about what I’ll find. As I open them, the recessed lighting in the closet turns on, suffusing the space with a pretty golden glow.

I shouldn’t be surprised at the size of Kent’s personal closet- Fiona showed me his other closet, after all, where he keeps his spare stuff and that’s two stories high. But still, I can’t help but gape a little as I realize that Kent’s personal, everyday closet is bigger than my bedroom. Then I scowl, realizing that he really

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time, giving me that little bedroom as if it was a

I walk around, looking at everything, running my hands over his pristine collection of fine wool suits and his perfectly shined shoes. I smirk a little, thinking that Kent is kind of a dandy…but…that I’d probably never be brave enough to say that to

As I wander deeper into the closet I come on Kent’s accessories watches, chains,

are colors in this section of the closet that aren’t black, grey, brown, cream, or navy. Instead, there are baby blues and deep purples, soft pinks and rich yellow silk. My mouth falls open a little as I realize that these are the women’s clothes Kent mentioned. And there are so many

clothing, touching everything, sorting through it. And, as I pull out a soft pink velour sweatsuit that looks like it will feel like butter against