Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 0204

Chapter 0204

I laugh at his stupid little game, shaking my head, hesitating. He reaches out and takes my hand, though, lifting and lowering ourclasped fingers in a forced shake.

“Come on,” he whispers. “Try it.”

“Nice to meet you Rodrigo,” I murmur, flicking my eyes up to him, smirking a little.“I'm a lion tamer,” he says,

pitching his voice lower as he takes on his role. “I spend my days

taming wild beasts and my

nights...taming wild women. And who are you?” he asks, holding my hand tight. “Come on, Fay,” he urges in a whisper, givingme a little nudge with his shoulder when I hesitate. “You can be

anyone.”

I tilt my head back, giving into it, my hair falling back over my shoulders as I look up into the sky and consider my options. “I’mSister Mary Alexander,” I say finally, smiling to myself as I decide. “I’m a Benedictine nun. I make fancy marzipan and sell it onthe streets of Austria to raise money for the orphans under my

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“Fay,” I hear lvan whisper, snapping me out of my imaginary wanderings and drawing my gaze immediately back to him. I blink insurprise when I see a smile

stretched across his face from

cheek to cheek. “You're so weird,” he says, shaking his head at me a little, a’laugh starting in his chest.

“What!” I gasp, “you said I could be anyone I wanted —”

“That’s right,” he laughs, his grin growing, “you can pick anything in

the world — any fantasy at all — and you pick a nun?”

“What!” I protest, leaning forward and laughing with him, joy running through me. “I liked The Sound of Music a lot when I was akid-

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“Oh, so did I,” lvan agrees eagerly, his words overlapping mine as he reaches out to grab me, pressing his hand against mylower back, “you actually hit the nail on the

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head, Sister Mary he mumurs, pulling my body closer to him so that I’m laying flat on the lounge and he’s curved over me. “Thisis

actually working for me

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“What!?” I shout, aghast — laughing through my shock — I was going for the opposite of that least sexy thing I could think of —the

“Oh yeah,” Ivan nods, smirking down at me, moving the hand on my back to graze the side of my ass and move briskly down mythigh, his fingers teasing at the edge of my skirt, “I went to Catholic school — I’ve been fantasizing about this for a long time —”

“What?!”Chapter 204“Mmhmm,” he continues, “do you

think you could say the rosary for a little bit, and like, look at me disapprovingly? Or, actually, could you get a ruler and slap meon the wrist — just a couple times —

I'm laughing so hard now that I can feel tears pricking at my eyes. Ivan goes along with me, our bodies shaking against eachother at the ridiculousness of it, and suddenly I replace myself a little bit in love with his sense of humor, his ability to take anythingand twist it and make it fun.