Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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I mean, I didn’t get into any of the strategic books that Kent recommended for me, but my mind is starting to mull over some of the things that Kent said last night, especially now that I’ve got a little espresso in me to fuel my thoughts.

And while this little sundress is very cute, and fashionable, and the perfect dress for a day of summer shopping…it also feeds into everything Natalia says about me that makes me feel bad about myself.

Natalia already talks to me like I’m a stupid little girl whose role in this family is strictly as an ornament, if that. In many ways she looks at me as less than that – as a weight, a detriment, someone who cannot take care of Daniel (which she implies is my job) and a silly little nothing who distracts the men from their duties.

So showing up to breakfast today in sunflowers and ribbons?

It only reinforces what Natalia already thinks of me.

Very suddenly, I shake my head and re–fold the dress, moving to my wardrobe to tuck it away for a better moment. Then I sort through the selection of clothing that Kent keeps stocked in my wardrobe at all times, pulling out a simple pair of tight black cigarette pants, a black belt, and a form–fitting green turtle neck

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well as my favorite pair of comfortable

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towards my vanity and suddenly notice the little manila folder sitting on my bed which was apparently tucked under the clothes that Kent sent. Curious, I pick it up and flip it open, laughing when I see a printed real estate listing for a ridiculously gorgeous, ridiculously expensive flat in Paris overlooking the Sienne. At the top of the page, in Kent’s neat and precise handwriting, is written

shaking my head, taking it

that he’s getting laid

That done, I apply very simple, very serious makeup and quickly dress, glancing at the

on my shoes and smirking a little as

expanded recently to make room for our guests. Daniel

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move I’ve never been brave enough to make before I stop by the table of old men who are always in the corner

day, and I slide one hand cooly into the pocket of my tight pants as I ask how they are and talk playfully with them about their plans for the

them says – an uncle on Kent’s side, though. I don’t know his name and feel guilty about it, after all these months. I make a mental note to ask

Anthony, another of the

one,” growls the last – the