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, offer

to the papers on the desk as if

try,” she says, 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 stir that fire.

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

Freedom

of his smile. Take away his

for your offer, Fay,” he

her until he hears her sigh and open the door to leave.

were a good choice, he

few clicks allow him to focus the cameras on her, following her path as she goes back up the stairs towards her

down the

Kent gives a little hum of interest, leaning back in his

smiles at her, inviting

that’s roiling in his

much, he leans over to the intercom on his desk, pressing number 8 for his own

she answers. “Hey baby,” she purrs.

you come down to my

flops down on Daniel’s

sitting on the edge next to her.

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

all day, here?” She asks, suddenly wondering about

his computer and the several bookcases full of texts against the far wall.

She wonders, sitting up.

course,” he says, laughing a little.

She asks, studying

direction of her questions. “But we can’t leave

disappointed, and falls back against his

“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 a shy smile, knowing she’d love

little half–smile in response, but he knows she’s not content with what he’s offering.

hand. “Some people would kill for what we have. We actually like each other’s company and 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, Fay,”

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