Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 0185

Chapter 0185

Jerome and I each give a little shout of surprise as I smack bodily into him.I stumble back a few steps, wheeling my arms a littleto replace my balance. Jerome is there, luckily, catching me by the shoulders and holding me steady.

“Well, Miss Fay,” he says, his voice hardly more than a whisper as he glances towards the office door. “And where were you lastnight?”

“Nowhere,” I say, smug, shaking my hair back from my shoulders and gathering up my dignity as I replace my balance. Jeromereleases me, crossing his arms smugly over his chest as he grins at me. “I was just...getting a pen. From the office.”

“Fay,” Jerome says, his face breaking out into a wicked smile. “If you think I don’t know whose bedroom is through the bookcasein that office —

“What!” I hiss, my face dropping. “Does everyone know the secrets of his house except me!?”Jerome just laughs, shaking his head. “So, how was he, Fay? Come on. I’m dying to know.”“Ew,” I say, wrinkling my nose at him. “You're seriously asking this about your boss?”

“My hot boss,” Jerome whispers, raising his eyebrow at me. “And I’m just asking — you're the one taking action with your maybe-father-in-law —*

My mouth drops open at Jerome’s gall and then I realize something, glancing at the stairs. Jerome — he was coming down them.At four in the morning. I don’t actually know where Jerome sleeps, but it’s certainly not in one of Kent’s guest rooms.

“And where were you, Jerome?” I ask, crossing my arms and blinking up innocently at him. “Speaking of taking action within theLippert family — did you happen to see my maybe-fiancé last night?”

“Actually,” Jerome replies, hesitating, his whole demeanor changing as he glances around to make sure we're alone. Then,making a quick decision, Jerome grabs my hand and pulls me towards the kitchen. Confused but curious, I follow without protestas Jerome pushes open the door and leads me towards the fridge in the empty kitchen.

“What are we doing here?” I whisper.

“Getting orange juice,” Jerome murmurs in reply, dropping my hand to pull the juice out of the fridge and grabbing two cleanglasses off of the rack next to the sink. “So that we have a reason why we're talking, if anyone comes across us. We both justcame down here, independently, and happened to be thirsty at the same time. Okay?”

“Ooooookay,” I say, agreeing to it even though I think this story is a little unnecessarily elaborate. Jerome pours me a glass andhands it to me and then begins to whisper to me as he pours his own.

“Actually,” he says, picking up where he left off, “Daniel is really pissed at you.”“What?” I breathe, looking up at Jerome with wide eyes. “Why?”

“That’s why he called me up to his room last night,” Jerome continues. “He usually doesn’t... mean, he doesn’t let me come upto his room with him unless he’s feeling a little reckless. He knows we’d both be fucked if we got caught. We usually go to myplace, or —*

“Really?” I ask, my eyes still wide, tilting my head to the side. “Where's your place?”“Seriously, Fay?” Jerome asks, twisting his lips at me a little. “All of this — and that’s what you ask?”I shrug, still wanting to know. He just rolls his eyes and moves on.

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“Really?” I breathe, shocked. Kent hadn’t said anything to me last night about a fight — hadn’t even given a hint that there wasany discord — “Oh my god. I thought he...he hadn’t guessed.”

“I think Kent's known for a while,”Jerome sighs, shaking his headlooking down pis jets" Boe heeitheraidedAwant to face it, or...whoknows, Fay. Actually, you probablyknow him now better than most ofus.” Please read the original contentat .

I frown at this, shaking my head alittle and thinking that Kent is still anenigma to me. Jerome, oddly, has themost connections in thi ighousethatriper TE consider thisier moment, realizing that despiteJerome's boyish, almostgolden-retriever personality...that he’sactually kind of a great spy. Peopletrust him without thinking twiceabout it — I mean, I do. Daniel does.And Kent hasn't kicked him out yet.Please read the original content at.