Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 26 – Self–Control-1

Kent storms into the dining room, where the table is set for four. He sits down hard in his chair at the head of the table, waving at the place settings on either side of him.

“Remove these,” he says to the waitstaff, biting off the words in his frustration. “Have Daniel’s and Fay’s plates sent up to Fay’s room, they’ll take their supper there.”

The waitstaff give each other worried looks but silently do as they’re told. The chef comes out next, looking around the room.

“Sir?” He asks, his French accent heavy in the word. “Will y be dining alone?”

“Apparently,” Kent says, angry that Fiona isn’t here either. “Please bring it out.”

you

The chef nods, impassive, and heads back into the kitchen. A few moments later he appears again with Kent’s first course – salmon tartare with a small side salad and a freshly–sliced French baguette.

Kent ignores the fish and reaches directly for the bread, slathering it with butter as he sits back in his chair and thinks.

Thinks, inevitably, about her.

God damnit, he almost couldn’t take looking at her tonight, sitting there in her bed, crying as if her heart would break. He had tried – tried to break the mood, to cajole her out of it. to

But she had just kept crying –

He grits his teeth between bites of bread, angry with himself for not being able to control himself. For wanting, even now, to dash up those stairs and so something — anything – to make her stop.

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But she was Daniel’s problem now, a right with Daniel had just asserted upstairs. Kicking him out and keeping Fay all to himself.

Kent has tried, these past few weeks. Tried to distract himself, to busy himself with his work and his plans, tried to ignore her when she walks by, the light lily scent of her shampoo drifting through the air-

The wide–eyed expressions of her face, when she’s shocked, happy, sad, angry –

somewhere deep in her soul – he loves to prod her, to push her, to raise that fire in her –

those few times when he lost his control, when he caught her spying on him in the basement, for instance, and chased her up the stairs,

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against his chest – god, he had wanted to turn her around right there, press her up against the wall, press the length of himself up against her ass as he slipped

of the bread

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him. She made him just lose it – lose absolute control of himself, the one thing he never did. And she had absolutely no idea.

He’d send them away – marry them quick, send them back

it, of them building a life together, of her smiling at his son while she bore his children

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fist against the

down at his plate as his mind

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do. What, really, was the other option. Could he, somehow, claim her for his own – convince Daniel to give her up,

thinking – trying to find a way to take his son’s fiancé from him? It was unthinkable, despicable. Daniel would never forgive him, and Alden –

it so completely forbidden to him – in terms of morality, of honor, of political alliance,

as every day passed, Kent felt his control over himself slipping, bit by bit. If he loses control of himself, he knows that he

help, sometimes, when she looks at him that way. When she half–lids her eyes and pulls her lower lip into her mouth. Like

again, forcing his mind

fuck was he

moment, the door to the dining room swings open and Fiona breezes in. “Hey baby,” she says with a big smile,

falters. She can see, clearly, that he’s in a foul mood and she has to tread very,

narrowing his eyes at her. “Why should I wait

at the grandfather clock on the far wall and notes that, yes – shit – she was five minutes late. Still, she tries to keep it light as the chef comes

on such formal terms in this house,” she says casually, trying a small smile.

and Fiona realizes she miscalculated. Shit. The right choice would have been all apology – no joke. She screws her mouth shut, looking down at her plate and taking a piece of bread out of its little basket, fiddling with it between