Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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.

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

back to the papers on the desk as if

her, liking the fire he sees in her when she gets pissed off, God, but he

pushing so hard for this,” he asks, leaning back in his chair, studying her. He’s genuinely curious.

Freedom and

smile. Take away his favorite new hobby? He didn’t think

Fay,” he says, “but again. No.”

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

jeans were a good choice, he notes. He’ll repeat

on his computer which holds all of the surveillance footage in his house. A few clicks allow him to focus the cameras

down the hallway –

interest, leaning back in his chair as he watches her tap gently on Daniel’s door.

and smiles at her, inviting her in. The girl

in his gut.

too much, he leans over to the intercom on his

she answers. “Hey baby,”

down to my office, please?”

on Daniel’s bed, sighing.

wrong?” he asks, sitting on the edge next

of brown and green that match Daniel’s eyes, but there’s very

suddenly wondering about Daniel’s

“I mostly stay in here,” he says, nodding to his computer and the several bookcases full of texts against the far wall. “I keep

get bored?” She wonders, sitting up.

says, laughing

ever get to leave?” She asks, studying her handsome fiancé.

realizing the direction of her questions. “But we

sighs, disappointed, and falls

not always going to be like this,” he murmurs, sorry that she feels so discontented. “Once everything dies down, once we’re married, we’ll have like…complete freedom. We can go back to the bookshops…maybe to Paris…” he gives her

response, but he knows she’s not content with what

other’s company and we have all the money in the world at our disposal. Soon you’ll be

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