Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 330

“Fay,” Kent murmurs, sitting up and wrapping his arms around my hips, tugging me close so that he can kiss my chest, lick his tongue up the soft space between my breasts. “If you don’t think I’m already there, then you’re more of a fool than I ever thought

you were.”

I laugh at his joke, burying my hands in his hair and tilting back his head so I can kiss him fully on the mouth.

“Oh really?” I say when I pull my mouth away, still laughing a little. “So, I can have whatever I want?”

“Mmhmm,” he murmurs, looking up at me with his pretty green eyes. “Ask and it shall be given, Fay.”

“Well,” I say, tilting my head back and considering. “I never got my condo in Milan…”

He laughs. “You never approved the listing I sent you.”

“That was in Paris!”

was an equitable replacement. You’ll

I ask, narrowing my eyes at

honestly. “Paris

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know, will eat by the dozen as soon as you get a laste.”

thought of choosing a city based on their breakfast pastry alone. “What about a trade?” I

replies, but he drops his head again, drawing kisses along my collar bone,

if…” I say, “I gave back my promise of a

for…”

at

same request,” I whisper, suddenly serious.

the side, waiting for

you to touch her anymore, Kent,” I whisper, the humor falling from my face as I realize how much it’s true. “I only

“If that’s what you want. Then I won’t. I can’t control what she does to me, and I can’t stop her abruptly- there’s too much on the line with the

my hands