Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Jerome and I each give a little shout of surprise as I smack bodily into him.I stumble back a few steps, wheeling my arms a little to find my balance. Jerome is there, luckily, catching me by the shoulders and holding me steady.

“Well, Miss Fay,” he says, his voice hardly more than a whisper as he glances towards the office door. “And where were you last night?”

“Nowhere,” I say, smug, shaking my hair back from my

shoulders and gathering up my dignity as I find my balance. Jerome releases me, crossing his arms smugly over his chest as he grins at me. “I was just…getting a pen. From the office.”

“Fay,” Jerome says, his face breaking out into a wicked smile. “If you think I don’t know whose bedroom is through the bookcase in that office

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LL

“What!” I hiss, my face dropping. “Does everyone know the secrets of his house except me!?”

Jerome just laughs, shaking his head. “So, how was he, Fay? Come on. I’m dying to know.”

“Ew,” I say, wrinkling my nose at him. “You’re seriously asking this about your boss?”

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raising his eyebrow at me. “And I’m just asking – you’re the one

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mouth drops open at Jerome’s gall and then I realize something, glancing at the stairs. Jerome – he was coming down them.

rooms.

were you, Jerome?” I ask, crossing my arms and blinking up innocently at him. “Speaking

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grabs my hand and pulls me towards the kitchen. Confused but curious, I follow without protest as Jerome pushes open the door and leads me towards the fridge in the empty

are we doing here?”

sink. “So that we have a reason why we’re talking, if anyone comes across us. We both just came down here, independently, and happened to

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it even though I think this story is a little unnecessarily elaborate. Jerome pours me a glass and hands it

Own.

picking up where he left off, “Daniel is really pissed at you.”

at Jerome

called me up to his room last night,” Jerome continues. “He usually doesn’t…I mean, he doesn’t let me come up to his room with him unless he’s feeling a little reckless. He knows we’d both be fucked if we got caught. We usually go to my place, or –”

my head to the side. “Where’s your place?”

asks, twisting his lips at me a little. “All of this and that’s what you

wanting to know. He just rolls his eyes and