Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 17

Gifts

Chapter 17 – Freedom and Dominion–1

The next morning, Kent is working in his office when a knock comes at the door.

“Come in,” he calls, hardly paying attention.

The door creeks open but no one says anything. Annoyed, Kent looks up, ready to tell whatever captain or guard was coming to report to get on with it and stop wasting his time.

To his surprise, though, Fay stands in the doorway. Kent leans back in his chair with a smirk, curious. What on earth could she

want now?

“Yes?” he asks.

“Um, can I come in?” she says, anxiously playing with her hair.

“I already told you to come in, Fay,” he says evenly. Annoyed, she drops her hair and takes two steps into the room, pushing the door closed behind her. Then, she leans against the wall, a

little afraid.

Like a kitten in a tiger’s cage. Kent can’t help but smile at the sight of her.

Today she’s wearing brown riding boots over tight jeans, a green cashmere sweater on top. The green brings out the cream of her complexion, the fire of her hair. As he knew it would.

She starts to play with her hair again, and Kent decides that he likes it down better than up. He makes a mental note to tell the housekeeper to leave it down more often.

“Yesss…?” Kent prompts, impatient.

“I just wanted to talk. About last night.” She hesitates again. “Is it safe to talk in here? About…”

He sighs and gives her a little glare. “Yes, Fay. Go ahead.”

“I just wanted to offer, again, to help. In whatever way I can. I’m happy to offer my services.”

“Your…services,” he says, letting his eyes rove over her body as much as they want to, deliberately trying to be lewd. If he embarrasses her, she’ll give up, he thinks. As she’s done before.

She blushes deliciously – he feels a stirring within himself, watching her squirm – and then stands up straight.

what I mean, Kent,” she says. “I could council you, offer some

to the papers on the desk

frustrated. He smiles and looks back at her, liking the fire he sees in her when she gets pissed off, God, but he loves to

so hard for this,” he asks, leaning back in his

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help the deepening of his smile. Take away his favorite new hobby?

offer, Fay,” he says, “but again. No.”

leave. As he hears her move through the door, he glances

a good choice, he notes. He’ll repeat that

surveillance footage in his house. A few clicks allow him to focus the cameras on her, following her path as

down the

hum of interest, leaning back in his chair as

son answers and smiles at her, inviting

in

about it too much, he leans over to the intercom on his desk, pressing number 8 for

later, she answers. “Hey baby,”

you come down to my office,

flops down on Daniel’s

sitting on the edge next

shades of brown and green that match Daniel’s eyes, but there’s very little personal decoration –

all day, here?” She asks, suddenly wondering about Daniel’s life as an only child in

says, nodding to his computer and the several bookcases full of texts against the far wall. “I keep busy.”

get bored?” She wonders,

course,” he says, laughing a little. “Doesn’t everyone?”

ever get to leave?” She asks, studying her

of her questions. “But we can’t leave now. Not

falls back against his

we’re married, we’ll have like…complete freedom.

him a little half–smile in response, but he knows she’s not content with

would kill for what we have. We actually like each other’s company and we have all the money in the world at our

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