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

Chapter 160 

Then, I turn to the bed and carry my gift to it, placing it gently down on the duvet gently, as if there might be a bomb inside, 

ready to explode. 

As I open the box, I see that there’s no bomb in it but…my breath ratchets up anyway as I lay my eyes on something equally 

dangerous. 

There are two garments inside the box, and one note. I reach for 

the note slowly unfolding it. 

For your date, and then for after. 

Be home by midnight. I’ll come and find you. 

“Crap,” I murmur, dropping the note, my knees going to jelly. I 

close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to lean back on Janeen’s teachings. After all, I knew this was coming- I signed up for it. So why do I want to skitter away like some scared little 

rabbit? 

I steel myself, clenching my teeth. “Come on, Fay,” I murmur to myself, trying to say what Janeen would say. “Be tough.” 

I exhale sharply through my nose and get back to business. Because it was business, after all I did sign a contract. 

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I open my eyes and lift the first garment out of the box. Despite 

my tough talk just moments ago, my eyes go wide and my breath catches. It’s a little smoky–grey dress that…well, it’s so skimpy it wouldn’t be out of place in the opening scenes of Pretty Woman. 

“Oh my god,” I murmur, looking at the cutouts on the side, the absolute bare scrap of fabric that’s supposed to cover my ass. Then I glance back down at the box and realize… 

Oh my god, this isn’t even the lingerie. 

I look back and forth between the black satin corset and lace panties that are still in the box and the slinky grey dress in my hands, realizing with horror that Kent wants me to wear this out on my date with Ivan- 

My cheeks rush with heat as I figure out that Kent is sending me out to Ivan basically naked – dressed in something Janeen would 

wear on the main stage – 

My embarrassment turns quite quickly to anger and to steely determination, though – faster than it has before. I narrow my eyes at the dress, realizing, suddenly, what Kent is doing. 

“Fine,” I snap, tossing the dress on the bed and stalking into the bathroom. “You want me to go on this date looking like your hooker? No problem, Kent.” 

I’d just make him pay through the teeth for it later. 

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Or at least, that’s what I say to myself as I turn on my shower and peel off my riding clothes. Because the reality of standing up to 

Kent… 

Well, it never goes quite as I plan in my head, does it? 

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