Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“God no,” I say, hastily sticking out my tongue to let him know precisely what I think about that idea. “Just,” I tilt my head, considering. “This house is gigantic, and I haven’t seen half of it and I just found out that there’s a secret passage to the dungeons in the back of my wardrobe, so,” I shrug. “I just want to know what else is in the Lippert House of Mysteries. To begin, do you have a gym where you spend many hours lifting weights? Or is this physique the result of…I don’t know. Beating people up in back allies?”

Kent laughs at me, shaking his head. But then he surprises me by pulling my body close so that I’m pressed tight against him, as if he doesn’t want any space between us at all. “I have a gym, Fay,” he tells me quietly. “No back alley beat–downs. I’m past that part of my life. The gym is private – just mine. It’s in that corridor that you just passed through, behind one of those grey doors. It can only be accessed through the door in this room, and – well, the door in the back of your wardrobe. Which I suppose counts as an entrance, now that you know about it.”

“You know that’s weird, right,” I ask, looking up into his face, my eyebrows raised. “That it’s weird that you had a secret entrance to my room this whole time and never told me? What, did you like, sneak in and…”

Kent laughs then, shaking his head at me. “No, Fay,” he scolds,

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but I can tell he’s amused more than offended. “I never su

I’m not a pervert.”

eyebrow at him, skeptical, and he laughs harder, but moves in to

though, I swat him

he says, surprised when I scootch away from him, brandishing my book

and then throw books at me to distract me, and expect all of the reasons for that anger

a smirk form on his lips, telling me that was indeed what he was hoping would happen. I hold up a scolding finger and point it at his face. “I admit,”

I was

my bravado collapsing a little bit as I remember everything I’ve been feeling these past two

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a nagging, sad one but…it’s been a difficult couple

my hair, “you basically told me that I’m your dirty little secret, and that this –” I point between us – “can never be more than this,” I finish, waving