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

Chapter 135 

Kent doesn’t wait for me to climb the steps up to the house, Instead, he goes in ahead of me, leaving me to follow dutifully behind. 

I feel my stomach turn over for the second time today, though this time for totally different reasons. I would feel better, frankly – understand it more – if Kent were freaking out at me. Yelling at me, losing his temper, giving me commands. 

But this Kent? The quiet, controlled, considered Kent? 

He’s the one I’m afraid of. 

I look down at my feet as I climb the steps, feeling every bit the naughty schoolgirl about to get yelled at for breaking the rules. The pleasant buzz that the tequila built in my mind gets wiped away by my anxiety, my adrenaline. It’s as if my body knows that I have to be focused right now to face him. 

When I walk into the house I see that his office door is open, 

a silent demand for me to enter. I take a deep breath, steeling myself, obeying that command and then walking into the office, stopping just as I cross the threshold. 

“Close the door,” Kent demands, his back to me as he leans his arm against the mantle of the fireplace, staring down into the fire. I 

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don’t do anything for a moment, staring at the fire myself. Why did ho light it? It’s warm out – a fire, so late in the season 

“Fay,” Kent snaps, turning to glare at me. “The door.” 

“Oh!” I gasp, scurrying into action and pushing the door shut behind me. Then, not knowing what else to do, I lean back against 

it, staring at him, waiting for him to deliver his judgement. 

Kent just stares at me for a long moment. Then, he begins. “What the hell,” he demands, “did you think you were doing today?” 

I shrug one shoulder, not really knowing what to say. Honestly, I 

should have spent the time in the car planning my response to this 

very question. And because I don’t have a practiced answer, I just 

tell him the truth. 

“I…acted on instinct,” I say, my voice a whisper. “Ivan was there, 

all of a sudden, his car across the road – and I got out because 

Jerome was going shoot at him and get himself killed. So I went to 

tell Ivan not to come any further, and he said he wouldn’t if I went 

out with him for the day and…” 

I run out of words, out of ideas, out of breath under the force of 

Kent’s furious glare. But it doesn’t matter. Kent knows how it ends. 

“A date, Fay?” Kent asks condescendingly, putting his hands in his pockets and slowly walking over to my place by the door. “You thought that a great response to my enemy blocking your path to the stables was to go on a date with him?” 

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I blush as he comes to stand before me, his feet spread wide in a 

powerful stance. 

“It wasn’t a date,” I murmur, looking down at my feet, feeling the 

redness on my cheeks deepen. “It was just…” 

He laughs at me then, a low, disdainful thing. 

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