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.

an

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footsteps come over to my chair, but I

hear him inhale a

then, to my shock, I hear him walk

My

and I peek around the chair again, watching him disappear into his closet, getting ready for the day. And he doesn’t even look my way again as he changes into his suit and then heads through the door

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

I

the end

my horrible little bed, not bothering to neatly fold the blanket the way I know Kent would prefer and instead leaving it in a

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my eyes on my

that I’ve lost him. Worried that we’re all going to die.

bed to see that Daniel is still, predictably, asleep. But

head directly for my desk, pulling open the top drawer and grabbing my phone, flicking the screen on with my

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drops again

hasn’t responded. Not a single