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

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“Maybe,” Daniel considers, looking away from me a bit as he gathers his thoughts. “It’s a hint about where the Bianci allegiances really lie. Perhaps…not with your dad.” 

“Oh,” I say, my eyebrows going up as I take his point. Until now I had thought that Natalia’s objection to me was a completely personal one. But actually… that kind of makes sense. 

Daniel and I are both a little lost in our individual trains of thought when we hear a door open down the hall. We both jump a bit and then swiftly head to our rooms, wanting to get inside. before having another encounter with an Italian tonight. Daniel gives me a fond little wave as he gets to his door and I blow him. a kiss over my shoulder as I scurry inside mine, leaning back against it as I push the door closed. 

But then, alone in my room… 

Ugh. 

I grimace and cover my face with my hand, realizing that now that I’m alone…I have to finally face my thoughts and figure out what the hell just happened. 

I groan and make my way to wardrobe, yanking the doors open and quickly sorting through it. Wanting something more casual 

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than the silky sets that Kent supplies for me, I quickly throw on a little tank top and a cheap pair of pajama shorts that I ordered for myself from Amazon. Striding towards the bathroom, I leaving my gorgeous dress in a heap on the floor, too angry to contemplate it now or to feel sorry about wrinkling that stunning silk. 

As I brush my teeth and stare at myself in the mirror, I realize that I honestly have no idea what happened with Ivan tonight, and it pisses me off that I still can’t figure it out. What the hell was he playing at, pulling me away in the middle of a family party? 

I sort through my memories of those few brief minutes, trying to remember everything – but it all happened so damn fast. I spit out my toothpaste, thinking closely about the way Ivan made. sure everyone was busy before he pulled me back to that secret space. Did he really want it to be secret? And why? So he could. kiss me, or so he could tell me something that he didn’t want anyone else to know? 

I groan as I head back into my room, throwing myself onto my bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to sort through everything Ivan did, every inch of it. 

But as much as I try to concentrate, I find myself wondering, passively, what it would have felt like if we hadn’t been 

interrupted – if Ivan had actually kissed me in that moment. 

Not what it would have felt like physically – that, I know, would have been great. 

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But honestly, how would it have made me feel? 

And what would it have meant for me and Kent? 

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