Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Deciding that none of the first seven drawers are right for me – and honestly, feeling a little like picky little Goldilocks at this. point saying “too hot” or “too cold,” I move to the eighth drawer.

My hands slow when I pull it open and see the silkiest little nightgown in gunmetal grey. I gasp a little, pulling it out by its spaghetti straps and holding it up. Unlike some of the other drawers which had…accessories…this little nightie sits by itself. There’s not even a shoe polaroid next to it, suggesting it should be worn barefool.

Unable to stop myself, I quickly unclasp my bra and tuck it in the empty drawer, and then pull the nightgown on over my. head, loving the way that it slides over my chest and comes to rest just at the top of my thighs. It’s simple but, somehow, just so incredibly chic.

I spin around in it, biting my lip and enjoying the slide of the silk against my skin, excited. My choice made, I quickly fold the little pink sweatsuit and tuck it neatly away before I leaving the closet and close the doors behind me.

get back to my first curiosity- the books I move swiftly across the room to the fireplace, which is luckily electric. I flick it on, hoping to

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out what Kent is

that many of them have notes in the same tiny, neal handwriting. He has quite a variety here too – some classics,

I don’t think

of the shelves, I carry my little pile over to the fireplace and spend the next few hours reading, the little throw blanket tucked neatly around me. At some point food appears, but I

falls

that get there? And

someone must have quietly brought it through another door, and

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