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

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And then I’m suddenly rifling through everything every piece of clothing in front of me, quickly shaking them out so I can read the sizes on the tags and then hastily dropping them to the ground al my feel. And as I pick up my twentieth item, I realize that everything here is my size, and that absolutely none of it matches Fiona’s taste. That, instead, it’s all precisely what I would wear. Or, precisely what Kent might like to see me wearing. 

“Oh my god,” I say, looking around at the pile of clothes around me. “This is all for me…” 

And then I sink down into the pile, looking around at it. When the hell had Kent stocked his closet for me? 

I stay there on the floor of Kent’s closet for a long time, staring around at all of the stuff, thinking deeply about the significance. of all of this. What did it mean that Kent made space for me in his room? What did it mean…that he left me here, with free reign, lo explore? I could, if I wanted, take all of those diamond watches and make a run for it. Run to the garage. take a car – go anywhere I wanted. 

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But suddenly, I realize…that there’s nowhere else I want to be. 

My mind flicks suddenly to Ivan, playing devil’s advocate. Is 

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that truc, Fay? My mind asks me, unbidden. Is this really where you want to be? 

But I wave my hand in the air, dismissing the thought, not letting myself go there. Because honestly, in this moment? It feels right. 

And then I laugh at myself, realizing that it feels right to me to be sitting, in just a bra, on Kent’s closet carpet. And so I pull myself up and start to put the clothes away as neatly as I can, keeping the pink sweatsuit out for myself. 

As I start to pull it on, though, my eyes fall on a set of drawers in the corner. Thin, shallow drawers, the sort of drawer that isn’t going to be holding much. Slowly, I wander over to them and – my fingers hesitant – slide the top one open. 

I gasp, a little, at what I see. The drawer conlains one, just one, complete set of lingerie. A lacy black bra and panty set with a slinky little garter belt and fine silk stockings. I blush as I consider it, thinking about what I’d look like with it on. Next to it is a polaroid of some shoes with a number on it. I glance to at set of boxes beside the drawer and my jaw drops open to realize that these are full outfits complete with footwear. 

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How Kent would react if he saw me in one of these when he comes back? I move through the rest of the drawers quickly then 

– each set of lingerie different form the next, each a different mood, a different vibe. A veritable trove of sexual kinks stacked one on top of each other, each waiting to be experimented with. 

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I lean back a little and stare at the drawers, a finger tapping 

against my lip as I consider my options.