Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 231

The noise runs through me like a gun being shot off in the room and I’m suddenly, instantly, gaspingly awake, looking around for whatever horrible apocalyptic thing is shrieking for us to run, to hide, to flee –

But then, almost in the next instant, I realize that it’s just that fucking alarm clock

Kent groans beneath me, hardly moving at all, apparently used to it. He opens his eyes, though, which I smack him hard in the chest.

“Ooof,” he says, frowning at me and rubbing his pectoral where I hit him. “What the hell was that for?”

“Turn that thing off!” I shriek, pointing to the alarm clock. “Before I have a heart attack!”

Kent just laughs and rolls over towards the clock, grabbing it off the nightstand and pressing the button on top. It instantly goes silent and Kent drops it on the bed before he turns back to me.

“Told you it would wake the dead.”

“It woke me!” I growl, hitting him again, which just makes him laugh more. “And I almost died from fright!”

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body on top of mine, “that you can stand

get away when really…well, actually, it feels rather nice to be pinned under Kent’s fit body,

then shifting his body to drop another kiss lower, and then another kiss lower. “And here I thought that I was

did you have to gain,” I murmur, smiling as I watch him. and sinking my fingers deep into his hair. “I got a horse and a knee–shattering orgasm and a whole closet full of clothes. What did you get?”

me and smirks before flicking his eyes lower on my body. Taking his meaning – that my body is his now, and his alone I laugh, wiggling

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of my sly smile as I ask the question that’s been burning in me for hours. “Why are all of

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closet my

pretending to look at the closet and consider it. “And here I was, thinking they’d

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“The women’s clothes, Kent. I thought they’d

I noticed but a little chagrined that I’m inquiring. I think he’d prefer it, honestly, if I

it stocked,” Kent murmurs, leaning forward to rest

had assumed

nods, closing his eyes and letting me put the pieces

quietly as he pulls away to look at me. “You knew you’d get me in your bed

seriously for a moment, as if deciding what to tell me. Then,