Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 295

Kent only pauses for a second when he looks at me as I come back out of the closet, but it’s enough to make a slow smile creep over my face. I cross the room back to him and lean casually against the tiny bar, wiggling my hips a little in an attempt to get him to look at me again. The underwear set that I’ve chosen can…well, it’s so flimsy that it barely deserves to be called underwear.

But I look damn good in it. And Kent knows it, even if he’s pretending he doesn’t.

He shifts his eyes to mine briefly before returning to his process. “Do you mind, Fay?” he asks quietly, nudging my elbow away from its place on the bar. “It’s a small work area.”

“I do mind,” I sigh, leaning forward and allowing my elbow to taking up more space as I place my chin in my palm, looking up at him. “What’s taking so long?”

“It takes a while,” Kent answers as he peels the rind off of an orange and rubs it around the edge of a glass already filled with a whiskey cocktail. “To make a nice drink.”

I pout a little as I look down at the glasses. “I wanted tequila.”

Kent smirks and shakes his head at me, taking a step back from

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into it. “You should have told me that,” he says, “before

old fashioneds.”

dubiously down into my glass, squinting one eye. “Is

his drink against mine.

the glass to my nose, sniffing the drink. “That’s what

to walk away back towards the bed. I straighten up as I watch him go, my eyes darting directly to the

sits down on the bed, relaxing against the

asks, and I swirl the drink around in my mouth before

whiskey part is gross, but

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the table next to him. I obey, but I stoop

me closer to him with two hands on my waist, “I can dress you in La Pearla and give you a cocktail made with twenty–year–old Bourbon,

his lips to the swell of my breast, “the first time we met was in a prison, the second was in a strip club. My sister’s strip club, none the less.

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