Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 0180

Slowly, I walk around, looking at everything, running my hands over his pristine collection of fine wool suits and his perfectly shined shoes. I smirk a little, thinking that Kent is kind of a dandy...but...that I'd probably never be brave enough to say that to his face.

"He just likes to look good," I murmur to myself, considering that he certainly accomplishes that goal with gusto. As I wander deeper into the closet I come on Kent's accessories-watches, chains, cufflinks, and I huff out a deep breath as I realize that I'm probably looking at hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of stuff.

Unable to wrap my head around it, I hurry on and replace myself suddenly looking at things that are much.. softer. There are colors in this section of the closet that aren't black, grey, brown, cream, or navy. Instead, there are baby blues and deep purples, soft pinks and rich yellow silk. My mouth falls open a little as I realize that these are the women's clothes Kent mentioned. And there are so many of them, and they're all so pretty.

I move forward, drawn by the variety and the vibrancy of the clothing, touching everything, sorting through it. And, as I pull out a soft pink velour sweatsuit that looks like it will feel like butter against my skin, I realize that...it's my size.

I blink at this, surprised. Because Fiona - she's bigger than me in the places that it counts, particularly the breasts and hips, and taller. So then why was this...

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 feet. 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 migh! 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 apparent free reign, to 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.

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

My mind flicks suddenly to Ivan, playing devil's advocate. Is that true, Fay? My mind asks me, unbidden. Is this really where you want to be?

Bull 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 close! carpet. And so I pull myself up and start to put the clothes away as neatly as I can, keeping the pink sweatsult 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 - slice the top one open.

I gasp, a little, at what I see. The drawer contains 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 a set of boxes beside the drawer and my jaw drops open to realize that these are full outfits - complete with footwear.

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.

I lean back a little and stare at the drawers, a finger tapping against my lip as I consider my options.