Chapter 0108
Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad
The fact is that I donât even know what I want. Or how to play. Everyone is playing chess and Iâm not
even playing checkers. I feel soâ¦stupid. And alone. I pull my pillow over my head, groaning, missing
my sister, my dad, my old life.
God, what I wouldnât give to go back to it all.
The thing that finally breaks me out of my stupor is my stomach, which gives a mighty growl at some
point in the evening when Iâve been laying in the dark for what must be a few hours. I sit up, looking
down at my complaining stomach, and feel a headache pulse at the back of my head.
I groan, and put a hand there, wondering if it was Kent pressing me up against the door or Ivan feeding
me tequila all day thatâs responsible for this. Either way, I want water, and sustenance. Now.
When I peek out of my bedroom door, the house is quiet, which pleases me. I want to see no one â
absolutely no one â this evening. Waiting a moment to check that the house is quiet, I then sneak out
into the hall, pulling my door softly shut behind me. I glance at a clock down the hall, surprised to see
that itâs much later than I thought â around one in the morning.
I am pleased when I encounter no one in the kitchen. I quickly pour myself a glass of milk and grab an
entire box of cookies from the cabinet. Not healthy, I know, but tonight I need food for the soul as much
as the body, and chocolate and sugar sound about right.
I begin to relax as I head back up the stairs, confident I wonât meet anyone, but just as my foot hits the
landing I hear something and freeze.
It was just a soft noise, a groan, or a moanâ¦
I stand at the top of the steps like a startled hare, not moving a muscle except my eyes, which dart
around looking for the source of the noise.
Nothing in the hallway moves butâ¦yes. There it is again!
Curious, I listen closely and find my eyes moving to Danielâs door. I continue to listen for a few
moments more and then â yes. Iâm certain. Itâs coming from inside.
I let my curiosity get the better of me, perhaps feeling a little reckless as a result of my great
embarrassment earlier in the day. Either way, I tiptoe closer to Danielâs door, careful not to make a
sound. Passingly, I wonder if heâs okay and hope that nothing is wrongâ¦
But deep down, I know what it is that Iâll see when I lean down and peek through the little keyhole of his
door.
And as I do just that, my suspicions are confirmed. Itâs convenient, frankly, that Kent never replaced the
old-timey locks on the bedroom doors in this old house, because Danielâs gives me a perfect view
inside to where he and another person â I canât see who â tangle on his bed.
I cock my head to the side as I look, curious. I know that itâs wrong â that I should give Daniel his
privacy, butâ¦I realize, suddenly, that Iâve never seen anyone have sex before. I blush to realize it. I
mean, of course I have seen it on TV and the internet. But not like this, never before soâ¦realâ¦
Iâm mesmerized, frankly, by the sight of the bodies pressed together so fervently, tangled so that I canât
tell the limbs apart in the dark blue light of the room. I continue watching as they pull apart for a
moment sit up, changing positions. I recognize the profile of Danielâs sweet face, looking down at his
lover.
Iâm embarrassed, a little, by the tenderness that I see there, and know I should move away. In fact, I
start to do so when the lover himself turns his torso towards the door. And I gasp aloud becauseâ¦
Because I know that face, I know the shape of that body.
Jerome.
I stand up straight, aghast, my eyes wide and my jaw dropping open.
Oh my god.