Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 339

I jump awake at the sound of the alarm clock, gritting my teeth and hating that thing. But it’s silenced almost immediately and I raise my hand to rub at my eyes, feeling cramped and horrible and terribly sad after my night alone in this stupid chair.

But as I start to come awake I notice that there’s a blanket laid across me- my favorite thick, velvety red throw blanket that I definitely hadn’t spread over myself before I fell asleep.

Realizing what must have happened, I turn to peek around the corner of the chair and see Kent on the edge of his bed, one foot on the ground and the other leg bent in front of him as he stares down at the clock in his hands, unmoving.

I watch him for a minute, taking in the hunch of his shoulders, the way his head hangs.

And part of me wants to feel victorious about it, but the only thing I actually feel is a great deal of sadness to see him looking so terribly unhappy. But as he starts to move, I pull my face back, not wanting…I don’t know.

To face him? To let him win? To be the first one to reach out and apologize?

Because what he said to me last night was incredibly shitty. And I haven’t forgiven him for it. And I don’t want to be comforting him if he can’t even muster up the energy to apologize.

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I can be just as stubborn as he can, after all.

So I curl back up in the chair, pressing my eyes shut and pretending I slept through the alarm. Even though that’s at impossibility.

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table, and then I hear his soft footsteps come over to my chair, but I do my best to stay perfectly still, pretending to be asleep. If he wants to talk to

pauses next to me, and I can hear him inhale a deep breath and

to my shock, I hear him

My

and I peek around the chair again, watching him disappear into his closet, getting ready for the day. And he

alone again without a word, my heart sinks. And I really start to

I…have I lost

this seriously the

blanket the way I know Kent would prefer and instead leaving it in a heap on the chair. Then I

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door and mope through the passage, my eyes on my feet, feeling

I’ve lost him. Worried that

at my bed to see that Daniel is still, predictably,

open the top drawer and grabbing my phone, flicking the screen on with

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again

Not