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.

she says.

he says, looking back to the papers on the desk as if

could just try,” she says, frustrated. He smiles and looks back at her, liking the fire he sees in her when she gets

leaning back in his chair, studying her. He’s genuinely curious. Is she trying

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the deepening of his smile. Take away his favorite new hobby? He didn’t

offer, Fay,” he says, “but again.

the door to leave. As he hears her move through the

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

turns his attention to the screen on his computer which holds all of the surveillance footage in his house. A few clicks allow him to focus the cameras on her, following her path as

down the hallway

leaning back in his chair as he watches her

son answers and smiles at her, inviting her in.

that’s roiling in his gut.

much, he leans over to the intercom on his desk, pressing number 8 for his own bedroom. “Fiona?” he

she answers.

to my

flops down on Daniel’s bed,

asks, sitting on the edge next to her. “Are you

in shades of brown and green that match Daniel’s eyes, but

wondering about Daniel’s life as an only child in

and the several bookcases full of texts against the far wall. “I keep

bored?” She

he says, laughing a

you ever get to leave?” She asks, studying

of that.” He hesitates, realizing the direction of her questions. “But we can’t leave now. Not

disappointed, and falls back against

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 it

response, but he knows she’s not

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

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