Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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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.

Kent,” she says. “I could council you,

back to the papers on the desk as if they’re more interesting

the fire he sees in her

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

Freedom and

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

Fay,” he says, “but again. No.”

to leave. As he hears her move

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

all of the surveillance footage in his house. A few clicks allow him to focus the cameras on her, following her path as she goes back up the stairs towards her room. She surprises

the hallway

gives a little hum of interest, leaning back in his

answers and smiles at her, inviting her

that’s roiling in his

to think about it too much, he leans over to the intercom

she answers.

you come down to my office,

on

edge next to her. “Are you alright?”

that match Daniel’s eyes, but there’s very

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

here,” he says, nodding to his computer and the several bookcases full of texts against the far

She wonders, sitting up.

laughing a little. “Doesn’t everyone?”

to leave?” She

so, that’s evidence of that.” He hesitates, realizing the direction of her questions. “But we

sighs, disappointed, and falls back against his

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

half–smile in response, but he knows she’s not

we have all the money in the world at our disposal. Soon you’ll be one of the richest, most powerful women in this city,

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