Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 0123

Chapter 0123

I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say anything. I just standing before him, trying not to let my knees

shake.

The threat of that only increases when he takes two steps towards me, placing one hand on my waist,

his other tilting my chin up towards him.

“Are you sure about this, Fay?” Kent whispers, his voice a caress. “Because if this is just an attempt to

call my bluff – I promise you. There is no bluff.”

I’m sure he can feel me trembling now that his hands are on me, but I will myself to stare clearly into

his eyes. “No bluff, Kent,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “I signed the papers. I’ll stand by them. But

we’re going to do this on my terms –“

He laughs at me suddenly, taking his hand from my waist and using it to give me a sharp slap on the

ass.

I gasp, stumbling back from him, shocked.

He gives me a wolfish smile, returning his hands to his pockets. “No, Fay,” he says, shaking his head.

“My terms. Only my terms. Is that understood?”

I open my mouth to protest, but he ignores me, looking away towards the window as if my objections

don’t matter.

“I want you to contact Ivan tonight,” he demands, his voice all business. “Tell him you want to go to

dinner with him tomorrow.”

I had opened my mouth to protest his terms and I don’t bother to shut it when I hear his order. It just

would have fallen open again anyway at this turn. What was – I thought that he –

“What, Fay,” Kent pushes, smirking at me and reading my mind. “Did you think I was going to come in

here and ravish you tonight?” He slowly shakes his head. “No. With you, I want to take my time.”

He turns then and slowly heads towards the door, looking at me when he reaches it. “You’ll go to dinner

with Ivan tomorrow night, don’t take no for an answer. And then, when you’re on the date, don’t say

anything about our plans to have him come to our side yet. Just…be friendly.” He smirks at me, letting

me interpret that any way I want.

I take a minute to process his command and then nod, letting him know I understand, gathering

together my pride. This was my role now, after all. Agent and mistress of the mafia king. I had expected

the latter title to come into play tonight but…well, I could roll with these changes. Honestly, I was a little

relieved.

“And then,” he continues, snapping my attention back to him. “When you come home,” he puts an

emphasis on the last word, ensuring that I understand that he expects me home tomorrow night, and

not at Ivan’s house, “there will be another box like this one in your room. I’d like you to wear it. And

then wait for me to come to you.”

I don’t say anything. I just stare at him. Was it going to be tomorrow night, then? When he…

“Do you understand, Fay?” Kent asks, raising an eyebrow at me, clearly pleased with how this went.

I raise my chin towards him. “Yes,” I tell him, my voice steady.

“Good,” he purrs, his eyes devouring me one last time before he pulls the door open. “I’ll look forward

to it, Fay. Every minute of it.”

Kent pulls the door closed behind him and I fall to my knees, finally giving my legs permission to

collapse and tremble all they want. My hands are shaking too as I grab my new phone from the bottom

drawer of my desk and call my sister.

“Really?” she asks, intrigued. “Then what did you do?”

“Nothing,” I insist. “Well…he gave me a task to do tomorrow. But I need you. Help me figure out what to

do next.”

So, I tell her everything.

And together, we come up with a plan.