Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 232

“Oh,” I say, my eyes going wide at this revelation. That Kent… Kent has wanted this for a long time. Prepared for it. Expected it. Knew that it was going to happen now, not months from now. Whereas I…

My mind flicks to Ivan, suddenly, and how much emotional energy I’ve been putting his way, at how split I’ve been between the two of them….

While all the while, Kent’s been…making space for me. Here. In his super cozy secret lair.

I bite my lip as my smile fades from my lips, as I look seriously at him and consider…well, what that means.

Kent gives me a brash little smile and leans forward, planting a quick kiss on my lips. “Don’t overthink it, Fay,” he says softly when he pulls away, giving me a swift little smack on the ass. I yelp, but it doesn’t hurt – luckily, it was the fresh side. “Time to get up.”

He does just that, then, leaving me to sit up and watch him as he moves, naked, to the closet to get dressed. I sigh as he opens the doors and disappears through them. I glance at the clock, then, and blanche at what I sec.

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“Four!?” I shout towards the closet. “You got me up at four in the morning!?”

appears through the doorway again as he frowns at

when you got up, Kent,” I say, glaring at him. “Because this,” I say,

shaking his head. “I have to get up early, Fay,” he calls to me as he goes back into the closet, “if I have to pick out your wardrobe as well

falls open at that little dig and I’m about to protest that I never asked him to pick out my clothes – that he

for me

him pick out my clothes, I think, giving a

I quickly climb out of the bed and move to the closet, leaning against the door. “Um, Kent?” I ask, watching him. button up

every time you have a question, Fay,” Kent says, turning to glare at me a little. Not glare in a mean way,

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leaning more languidly against the door, “Kennnnnnt,” I continue, and he laughs at me, turning

finishing with his shirt and coming over to me, pulling me close for a second. “I understand. Just, breakfast at 6:30,

say, standing on my tiptoes and lifting my face to his for a kiss. He obliges me, wrapping an arm firmly around my waist and pulling me up against him so tightly that I feel my toes start to lift off

him, and yell for him to put me down. He does, laughing with me, and then I smile at him

into the house, Fay!” Kent calls after me as I pull open the bookcase door. “I don’t want anyone seeing you as the indecent minx you

call back, my voice bored and annoyed like a petulant teenager, knowing that he’ll hate it. Kent’s little snarl in response has me laughing as I pull the bookcase closed behind me. But I stop to pick up my little pink underwear from last night and pull my robe over my shoulders anyway, shoving