Chapter 286

I wake up blinking to the chirping sound of Kent’s phone and I groan a little as I turn over in Kent’s arms. But when I look at his face, I grin to see that he hasn’t woken up yet.

Apparently he really does need his wake-the-dead alarm clock to get him up in the mornings, especially after a night of confessions. I smile as I take in the sight of Kent’s handsome face in repose. And then, slowly at first, I start to laugh as I take in the sight of him – this gigantic, fierce, scary man –

wrapped up in my floral comforter, his feet hanging off the end of the bed that’s too small for him.

Even though the alarm doesn’t work my laughter clearly does, and Kent starts to open his eyes. Then, predictably, he glares at me. “What’s so funny,”

he murmurs.

“You,” I say, pressing my body closer to him as I smile. Then I lower my voice, doing my best imitation of him. “I’m going to have to send you through the passage now, Kent. Very busy day ahead of me. Take your coffee and go.”

Kent smirks, giving me a half-hearted little smack on the ass before turning to reach for his phone, clicking the alarm off and turning back to me. “This is a lie,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around me again and again pulling me tight against him. “You’re not allowed to have coffee in your room, Fay. A constant supply of caffeine for you would be a danger to all society –“

I laugh, pressing my lips to his to shut him up. “But it would be so fun for me,” I murmur. “You should do it, Kent. Give me a coffee machine for in here.

Just a little baby one.”

“Never,” he murmurs, laughing with me as he softly strokes my hair and looks down into my face. He pauses for a long moment, just looking at me, and I can’t help the wide smile that crosses my face as I look right back at him. Despite the fact that I spent half the night crying over him, I feel...

closer now, to Kent, than I’ve felt before.

“Are we good?” he asks me seriously, his eyes flicking over my face to assess my reaction to his question.

“I think so,” I say honestly, looping my arms around his neck. “I’m okay. Thank you...for coming up here. For trusting me.”

“I’m still sorry,” he says softly, pressing his lips briefly to mine, “for making you think that I didn’t. And for...saying horrible things I didn’t mean.”

“I forgive you,” I say simply, and the words are easy because they’re true.

Kent opens his mouth to say something else but suddenly my bedroom door shudders, the handle turning. We both turn to look at it and my eyes fasten on the engaged deadbolt that prevents whoever is outside from getting in.

“Fay?” Daniel’s voice comes through the door. “Are you – are you okay? I wanted to check on you.”

Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father Chapter 0285 “Well...this,” Kent murmurs, raising his eyebrows, “is an...unexpected role reversal.”

“Yeah,” I say, wrinkling my nose at him and starting to laugh. “You’d better get out of here before your son catches you sneaking into his place in bed.”

Kent wrinkles his nose at me in distaste and then looks down at the bed as he realizes that I’m right – that he is sleeping in Daniel’s spot. “Gross,” he murmurs before starting to stand up, and he sound so much like Daniel just then that I start to laugh harder.

“Fay?” Daniel’s voice comes from the door, sounding confused. He’s probably heard me laughing.

I open my mouth to respond but Kent gives me a glare as he pulls on his pants and grabs the rest of his clothing off the floor with one hand. Then he puts one finger to his lips to indicate that he does not want, at all, for me to tell Daniel that he’s here.

I nod to Kent, grinning, and call out to Daniel at the door. “One second, Daniel! I’m coming!”

Kent nods to me and then, for just a moment, stands still and lets his eyes slip over me where I sit naked in my bed, the sheets pulled up against my chest. And I can’t help but smile harder when I see the desire in his eyes. Our eyes meet and we both know what he’d be doing to me if his son weren’t at the door. But I just wave him off with one hand and start to stand up.

Kent sighs and heads through the wardrobe, pulling the door shut behind him as I grab my fluffy white robe off the floor, pulling it on before hurrying to the door to unlock it and pull it open.