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!?”

through the doorway again as he frowns at me. “What time did you think I got

about when you got up, Kent,” I say, glaring at him.

Fay,” he calls to me as he goes back into the closet, “if I have to pick out your wardrobe as well as

I never asked him to pick out my clothes –

for me

then I snap my mouth shut. Let him pick out my clothes, I think,

bed and move to the closet, leaning against the door. “Um, Kent?” I ask, watching him. button up a white shirt

‘um, Kent,‘ every time you have a question, Fay,” Kent says, turning to glare at me a little. Not glare in a mean way, I realize, and I smile at him. Just a very precise, efficient, Kent sort

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the door, “Kennnnnnt,” I continue, and he laughs at me, turning away and shaking his head. “Do you mind, actually, if I go up to my

and coming over to me, pulling me close for a second. “I understand. Just, breakfast at

an arm firmly around my waist and pulling me up against him so tightly that

against him, and yell for him to put me down. He does, laughing with me, and then I smile at him and plant a little passing kiss on his shoulder

on before you go into the house, Fay!” Kent calls after me as I pull open the bookcase door. “I don’t want

hate it. Kent’s little snarl in response has me laughing as I pull the bookcase closed behind me. But I stop to pick