Chapter 235
Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father
But as I put my hand in his and let him pull me across his body, I also think that he usually finds ways to make it worth my while.
âBaby Fay,â he murmurs, smirking down at me, âmaking fun of this old man.â He considers me for a moment and then says, quite seriously, âI could have you killed for that.â
âOh, come on,â I murmur, curling my body close against him. âYou can think of a more creative punishment than that.â
âDamn right I can,â he growls as he tucks his face low against my hair, making me laugh now.
But before I can retort, Kent pulls away from me a little and looks at me seriously again. âHow are you?â he asks. âAnd Daniel? Are you two all right? I know tonight was...â he lets his sentence trail off, just shaking his head. But I donât mind â we both know precisely what he means.
âWeâre okay,â I answer softly, looking up into his dark green eyes. âWell, Daniel is stupid drunk, but ââ
âWhat?â Kent asks frowning, and then he looks towards the main door of his bedroom as if he might get up and check. âWhy did you let him ââ
âExcuse you,â I say, putting a hand up to his face and forcing him to turn back to me. âWhy did I let him? Do you think I have any control over what your son does?â
âMore control than me,â he replies, raising his eyebrow. âEspecially since you two skittered out of there and went out partying, letting me deal with the fallout ââ
âWell one,â I say, holding up a single finger against his lips, âthe fallout was happening in Italian, so I am useless there. And two,â I say, adding another finger, âour escape plan had drinks. So, yeah. We were out.â
Kent kisses my fingers and shakes his head at me, letting the subject drop as he tightens his arms. âIâm glad you came down, Fay,â he murmurs, bringing his face close and nudging my nose with his. âWe should talk about what happened â come up with a plan -â
âNope,â I sigh, stretching my arms over my head and smiling a little wickedly at him.
âWhat?â he asks, frowning at me even as he lets his hand on my back drift lower, his fingers grazing the top of my ass.
âNot tonight, Kent,â I murmur, taking his face in my hands and pressing a long kiss to his mouth. âI spent the night playing chess with Natalia and therapist to Daniel. Now? With you?â I grin at him, shaking my head a little, âI want a date.â
âA date, hmm?â he says, dipping that hand lower to take a firm grip on my ass, using it to pull me closer to him. âWhy would I take you on a date?â he asks, bringing his mouth again close to mine but teasing me, not kissing me, not yet. âWhen Iâve already got you in bed?â
Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father ï¤Chapter 0234 âCome on, Kent,â I whisper, biting my lip a little. âCanât you get a girl a drink? I know youâve got a bar in here,â I say, glancing around and then gesturing towards the paneled walls which I know hide all sorts of secrets.
âIâm a very serious man, Fay,â Kent says, shaking his head. âI would never keep liquor in my bedroom. So crass.â
âLiesss,â I whisper, and then I laugh as Kent slides himself out from beneath me, leaving me in a heap of sheets as he moves over to the wall across from us, one panel away from the secret coffee bar he showed me this morning. And then I bite my lip in anticipation of being proved correct as he looks back at me and, shaking his head, presses the panel.
I let out a little victorious squeal of delight and fall back against the pillows as the wall spins, revealing a very cute, very well-stocked mini bar. âI was right!â I cry, laughing.
âIt was barely a gamble,â Kent murmurs, smirking and turning away from me and taking two glasses down from the little hanging rack at the top. He jerks his chin towards the closet as he gets started making two cocktails. âGo get changed, Fay,â he says with half a sigh. âIâm not letting you have cocktails in bed while youâre wearing Oscar de la Renta.â
âOscar wouldnât mind,â I say, pulling myself out of bed and passing behind Kent on my way to the closet, trailing a few fingers across his ass as I go.
And then I let myself into the closet, wondering what the hell a girl does wear to a cocktail date in bed.