Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 0184

Chapter 0184

While all the while, Kent’s been...making space for me. Here. In his super cozy secret lair.I bite my lip as my smile fades from my lips, as I look seriously at him and consider...well, what that means.

Kent gives me a brash little smile and leans forward, planting a quick kiss on my lips. “Don’t overthink it, Fay,” he says softlywhen he pulls away, giving me a swift little smack on the ass. I yelp, but it doesn’t hurt — luckily, it was the fresh side. “Time to getup.”

He does just that, then, leaving me to sit up and watch him as he moves, naked, to the closet to get dressed. I sigh as he opensthe doors and disappears through them. I glance at the clock, then, and blanche at what I see.

“Four!?” I shout towards the closet. “You got me up at four in the morning!?”

Kent's face, incredibly handsome under his rumpled hair, appears through the doorway again as he frowns at me. “What time didyou think I got up?”

“I didn’t think about when you got up, Kent,” I say, glaring at him. “Because this,” I say, gesturing towards the clock, “isunthinkable.”

Kent laughs at me, shaking his head. “I have to get up early, Fay,” he calls to me as he goes back into the closet, “if I have topick out your wardrobe as well as mine.”

My mouth falls open at that little dig and I’m about to protest that I never asked him to pick out my clothes — that he just did it forme -

But then I snap my mouth shut. Let him pick out my clothes, I think, giving a little shrug. More sleep for me.

Then, I quickly climb out of the bed and move to the closet, leaning against the door. “Um, Kent?” I ask, watching him button up awhite shirt over his undershirt, his boxer briefs curving prettily around the muscled swell of his ass.

“You don’t have to say ‘um, Kent,’ every time you have a question, Fay,” Kent says, turning to glare at me a little. Not glare inamean way, I realize, and I smile at him. Just a very precise, efficient, Kent sort of glare. “You can just ask without a preamble.”

“Ummmmm,” I say, dragging out the word and leaning more languidly against the door, “Kennnnnnt,” I continue, and he laughs atme, turning away and shaking his head. “Do you mind, actually, if I go up to my room?” I ask. “All my...stuff is there.”

“Sure, Fay,” he says, finishing with his shirt and coming over to me, pulling me close for a second. “I understand. Just, breakfastat 6:30, as usual, yes?”

“Mmhmm,” I say, standing on my tiptoes and lifting my face to his for a kiss. He obliges me, wrapping an arm firmly around mywaist and pulling me up against him so tightly that I feel my toes start to lift off the ground. The kiss is a deep, good one, but I’mgetting a little squished —

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If Kent wants me wrapped up, then wrapped up I'll be.Smiling, I untwist the lock and pull the door open, spinning happily through it.

And then, as I turn into the hall, I slam directly into Jerome.