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.

I mean, Kent,” she says. “I could

those,” he says, looking back to the papers on the desk

says, frustrated. He smiles and looks back at her, liking the fire he sees

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

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deepening of his smile. Take away his favorite new

Fay,” he says, “but

turns back to his papers, deliberately ignoring her until he hears her sigh and open the door to leave. As he hears her move through the door, he glances up

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

clicks allow him to focus the cameras

down the

Daniel’s room. Kent gives a little hum of interest, leaning back in his chair as he watches her tap gently on

at her, inviting her in. The girl

that’s roiling in his

the intercom on his desk, pressing number 8

she answers. “Hey

you come down to

flops down on

edge

of brown and green that match Daniel’s eyes, but there’s very little personal decoration – not much that seems

suddenly wondering about Daniel’s life as an only child in a mafia

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

get bored?” She

course,” he says, laughing

She asks,

He hesitates, realizing the direction of her questions. “But we can’t leave now. Not for a while. Not until

disappointed, and falls back against his

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 a shy smile,

response, but he knows she’s

other’s company and we have all the money in the world

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