Chapter 165

A hand on my shoulder shakes me awake and I jump, gasping a little bit as my head spins to see Kent’s guard sitting next to me in the back seat of the SUV.

“Sorry,” he says, tentative and pulling away. “I didn’t mean to scare you – we’re just...home.”

“Oh,” I say, surprised, turning to see that we are indeed pulling around to the front of Kent’s house. “Oh, wow,” I murmur, turning back to the guard. “I was really out of it, wasn’t it?”

He gives me a little smile and a shrug. “Only minor snoring. Minimal drool,” he quips, making me laugh.

I narrow my eyes at him a little, working to remember. “Marco...right?” I hazard, and am rewarded with a wide grin on his face.

“You got it, miss,” he says, giving me a nod as the car pulls to a stop out front.

“Well, thanks, Marco,” I say, giving him a little smile. “For spending the night keeping me safe, and also waking me up before Kent found me slumped and snoring in the back of his car.”

Marco laughs, shaking his head and leaning over me to pop my door open. “Any time, miss,” he replies warmly. As I climb out of the car I realize that I’m starting to learn the ways of Kent’s house more than I thought I was – I’m learning names, patterns. It feels...nice, I think, as the driver – Gianni –

comes around the car and lifts my little suitcase out of the trunk. I smile at him as I accept it, pleased when he grins at me in return, and then I turn towards the front of the house.

I stop when I see him standing there, my breath stolen from me a little bit. First because...well, because he looks really good, standing there, clean-

shaven in the morning light, already dressed in his finely tailored suit. But second because he looks mad.

I sigh, glancing between Gianni and Marco, who don’t meet my eyes under his gaze. What the hell did I do this time?

I reach down to grab the top handle of my suitcase, carrying it with me as I climb the steps towards Kent. He watches me come towards him, his arms folded, his face...unreadable. Stern. When I get to the top, close to him, I don’t know what to do. Should I...hug him?

I laugh a little bit, despite myself, at that impulse. Nothing about Kent right now – his size, his stance, the power radiating off of him, the severe look he’s giving me – none of that says “hug me,” not at all.

Surprisingly, though, his face softens when he hears my little laugh. “What?” he asks, dropping his hands to his waist and turning his head to the side, just a little bit. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing, Kent,” I say, shrugging. “It’s just...really early to get glared at that intensely. Can a girl get a cup of coffee first?”

Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father Chapter 0164 Kent blinks at me then, his lips parting a little in surprise, and then he shakes his head, blinking as a little smirk pulls at his mouth. “Come on, Fay,” he sighs, reaching out a hand that he places between my shoulder blades, ushering me neatly towards the open door. “Come inside. Welcome home.”

Surprised, pleased, I do as he says, only turning back for the little suitcase. “Leave it,” he murmurs, continuing to urge me forward. “They should have taken it in for you anyway.”

“Oh,” I say, glancing backwards at it and then at Marco and Gianni, who seem to be realizing the same thing at the same time. Marco sighs and puts his head in his hands, but I give them both a smile. Kent’s back turned, Gianni risks giving me a little wave.

Smiling, bolstered by the fact that...well, that I think Kent’s guards like me, at least a little bit, I walk with Kent into the house and look up at him. “Did you have a nice night?” I ask, a little desperate to break the silence.

Kent looks down at me for a moment while he closes the door, but he doesn’t answer my question. “Did you have a nice night, Fay?”

“Um,” I say, my fingers reaching up to tangle in my hair, which I know is...unkempt, after a little – just a little - frisky business with Ivan and a night sleeping outside. Kent’s face goes dark as he sees me playing with my hair – something I only do when I’m anxious. Realizing that I’m giving away more than I want to, I drop my hands and fold them neatly behind my back.