Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story

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“Oh!” I says, and then I give Kent a big smile. I’m excited, after all. 

“Out, actually! Daniel just came by and asked me if I want to go to 

dinner.” 

Kent smiles at me then, just raising the little corner of his mouth. “The black, then,” he says, nodding towards a little minidress still hanging in my closet. “That’s better, for a city dinner.” 

I considers the dress, which is really just a scrap of fabric. I pull it out and look it up and down. “You don’t think it’s too…” I say, 

hesitating and looking up at him, a little embarrassed. “Well, 

slutty?” 

Kent laughs a little at this, leaning against my door frame. “The 

whole point of going to a chic restaurant in the city is to wear a 

dress like that and make your boyfriend jealous when all the other 

men stare at you. That’s why a dress like that exists.” 

I look back at the dress then, surprised and a little excited. I had 

never thought about it that way. I sneak a little glance at Kent, 

then, still leaning there in my doorway, wondering what he’d think 

if he saw me on Daniel’s arm, in this dress, the hem riding a little 

too high on my thigh. Then, I take it off the hanger and lay it out on 

the bed, the question decided. 

I start to move over to my vanity but stop dead in my tracks at his 

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next question. 

“Do you want to marry Daniel?” he asks, blunt. 

I just stand there, blinking at him, totally confused. “What?” 

“Daniel,” Kent says, pushing the issue. “Do you want to marry 

him?” 

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Where was all of this coming from? 

I take a moment to plan my next words. “I didn’t realize that I had a 

choice,” I say, keeping my voice quiet. 

“No one will force you to say yes at the altar,” Kent replies, his 

voice low and husky. 

Oh, I think, then, realizing very suddenly that this isn’t a real 

question about what I want. That this is a negotiation. I turn fully 

to him then, folding my arms over her chest. 

“I don’t want to go to my father’s house,” I say, evading the 

question of marriage. “I want to stay here.” Because that, I think, 

is what this is really about. Kent, I know, could care less about 

whether or not I actually marry Daniel – our wedded life isn’t what 

interests him. Instead, it’s my allegiance. 

“There are other ways,” Kent says, his eyes drifting down over 

my body, “of staying in this house. Of proving your loyalty to this 

family.” 

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My breath comes shallow, then, and I try to stand perfectly still as 

he looks me over. 

“What are they?” I ask, my voice a timid breath. We’re getting dangerously close to some tricky territory with this question, with that look in his eye. 

“Use your imagination,” Kent says, dragging his eyes up to mine. Then, as if he can’t stand it a moment later, he turns away from me, heading back down the stairs. 

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