Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 28

Gifts

Chapter 28 – Meeting the Family–1

Fiona gives me a tart little smack on the butt then, breaking my reverie and laughing as she hurries over to the jewelry box waiting on my vanity. I give her a weird look and cover my ass with my hands. “What is with people today,” I murmur.

She laughs again as she comes over to me, standing behind me so that she can hook the diamond solitaire around my neck on its slim silver chain.

“You got the ring?” she asks, smacking her gum.

“Oh, yeah,” I murmur, walking swiftly over to my bedside drawer and pulling it open. I reach towards the back, fishing it out and pushing it swiftly onto my left hand.

When I look at Fiona, she’s crossing her arms and shaking her head at me.

“A million–dollar diamond,” she says, “and you shove it in your bedside drawer?”

“Um,” I say, biting my lip in response. I hadn’t even thought about it. I look around, wondering where else I should have put

it

“Nevermind,” she says, laughing at me more.

“Fiona,” I say, taking in her vintage Juicy velour sweatsuit. “Won’t you please come? I’ll feel so much better with you there.”

comfortable here.”

I frown at her, knowing that something’s up. But, she knows more about this world than I do. If she doesn’t want to go, I’m not going to push her.

“Okay,” I say, sighing as I headed for the door.

“Wait wait!” she calls, unzipping a garment bag and revealing a gorgeous mink stole.

“Oh my god,” I say, walking back towards it. “It’s beautiful

“Yeah,” she says, admiring it. “Vintage. You lucky girl.”

she goes to wrap it around my shoulders.

to touch it. “Is it…like real? Were

scolds, “some

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I protest, staring at it. “I feel so bad, thinking

died over sixty years

taking it in. It is

can say anything, tucking my hands into the little pockets at the bottom which help me keep

them in the closet for another sixty years. Take them out!

of the room and down the stairs, brushing my face against the wrap, enjoying the feel of the soft fur

halfway down, when I see Kent at the bottom standing with

pressing my thighs and knees together. I’m abruptly very aware of the shortness of my skirt. I don’t break eye contact though. Instead, I bite my bottom lip hoping – ridiculously – that I

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swear I hear him growl as his brow lowers, his

“Wow, you look stunning.” He gives me a big smile and I

punch on his shoulder.

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Gifts

– Meeting the

gives me a charming, bashful smile, and I’m reminded again just how good–looking my fiancé is. Both of our faces turn to Kent, though, as he snorts at us, shaking

nodding towards the door.

the house. On our way

has a grand, old–fashioned kind of charm, with freshly buffed fine oak floors, brass chandeliers,

we enter, a waiter comes up to offer us champagne, Kent doesn’t make eye contact with him, merely saying “whiskey, neat,” and surveying the guests. However, Daniel ist more polite, nodding and smiling

only get a few steps into the

this her?” A plump woman says, hurrying over and reaching out a hand to take mine.

him down.

Gifts

– Meeting

little. “I think I’d like to…visit the bathroom,” I say, “before I

with me, putting a hand

“I’ll take her,” he says, shaking his head. “You’ve been kind of hovering all

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