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

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But I scowl as I’m greeted with the sight of Kent, sitting in his bed with a book open in his lap, looking directly at me over the thick black frame of his reading glasses. 

“Seriously?” I sigh, pushing the door open and leaning against the frame. “You knew I was here?” 

“Did you think you were quiet?” Kent asks with a smirk. 

“Well, kinda,” I reply, rolling my eyes a little. 

“Stomp, stomp, stomp, pant, gasp, sigh,” Kent says, laughing. “Don’t expect to be hired to my stealth team anytime soon, Fay.” 

“Don’t expect me to apply for it, Kent,” I shoot back, narrowing my eyes at him a little. But then I find myself starting to grin with glee as I take a good look at him sitting there all sexy in his underwear, reading his book. 

“What?” he asks, frowning, suspicious of my change in mood. 

“You have reading glasses?” I ask, my smile growing wide. 

Kent smirks and pushes them back up on his nose, looking at me through them now. “Don’t try to shame me about these, Fay,” he commands, his voice low and rough enough to make my 

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stomach twist with anticipation. “I look damn good in them.” 

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“Oh,” I say, flicking my hair back over my shoulder. “I would never shame the elderly about their age–related impairments. My daddy raised me right.” 

Kent laughs at this, really laughs, a sound that makes me stand straight and truly smile now as he reaches out a hand to me, beckoning me forward. I swiftly cross the room to Kent, thinking that it’s a little ridiculous and unfair, how happy it makes me to be able to make him laugh like that. Kent Lippert, laughing. I may be one of only a few people to have ever heard the sound. 

But as I put my hand in his and let him pull me across his body, I also think that he usually finds ways to make it worth my while. 

“Baby Fay,” he murmurs, smirking down at me, “making fun of this old man.” He considers me for a moment and then says, quite seriously, “I could have you killed for that.” 

“Oh, come on,” I murmur, curling my body close against him. “You can think of a more creative punishment than that.” 

“Damn right I can,” he growls as he tucks his face low against my hair, making me laugh now. 

But before I can retort, Kent pulls away from me a little and looks at me seriously again. “How are you?” he asks. “And Daniel? Are you two all right? I know tonight was…” he lets his sentence trail off, just shaking his head. But I don’t mind 

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We 

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both know precisely what he means. 

“We’re okay,” I answer softly, looking up into his dark green eyes. “Well, Daniel is stupid drunk, but –” 

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“What?” Kent asks frowning, and then he looks towards the main door of his bedroom as if he might get up and check. “Why did you let him 

“Excuse you,” I say, putting a hand up to his face and forcing him to turn back to me. “Why did I let him? Do you think I have any control over what your son does?”