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

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“More control than me,” he replies, raising his eyebrow. “Especially since you two skittered out of there and went out partying, letting me deal with the fallout –” 

“Well one,” I say, holding up a single finger against his lips, “the fallout was happening in Italian, so I am useless there. And two,” I say, adding another finger, “our escape plan had drinks. So, yeah. We were out.” 

Kent kisses my fingers and shakes his head at me, letting the subject drop as he tightens his arms. “I’m glad you came down, Fay,” he murmurs, bringing his face close and nudging my nose with his. “We should talk about what happened – come up with a plan – 

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“Nope,” I sigh, stretching my arms over my head and smiling a little wickedly at him. 

“What?” he asks, frowning at me even as he lets his hand on my back drift lower, his fingers grazing the top of my ass. 

“Not tonight, Kent,” I murmur, taking his face in my hands and pressing a long kiss to his mouth. “I spent the night playing chess with Natalia and therapist to Daniel. Now? With you?” I grin at him, shaking my head a little, “I want a date.” 

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“A date, hmm?” he says, dipping that hand lower to take a firm grip on my ass, using it to pull me closer to him. “Why would I take you on a date?” he asks, bringing his mouth again close to mine but teasing me, not kissing me, not yet. “When I’ve already got you in bed?” 

“Come on, Kent,” I whisper, biting my lip a little. “Can’t you gel a girl a drink? I know you’ve got a bar in here,” I say, glancing around and then gesturing towards the paneled walls which I know hide all sorts of secrets. 

“I’m a very serious man, Fay,” Kent says, shaking his head. “I would never keep liquor in my bedroom. So crass.” 

“Liesss,” I whisper, and then I laugh as Kent slides himself out from beneath me, leaving me in a heap of sheets as he moves over to the wall across from us, one panel away from the secret coffee bar he showed me this morning. And then I bite my lip in anticipation of being proved correct as he looks back at me and, shaking his head, presses the panel. 

I let out a little victorious squeal of delight and fall back against the pillows as the wall spins, revealing a very cute, very well–stocked mini bar. “I was right!” I cry, laughing. 

“It was barely a gamble,” Kent murmurs, smirking and turning away from me and taking two glasses down from the little hanging rack at the top. He jerks his chin towards the closet as he gets started making two cocktails. “Go get changed, Fay,” he says with half a sigh. “I’m not letting you have cocktails in bed while you’re wearing Oscar de la Renta.” 

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“Oscar wouldn’t mind,” I say, pulling myself out of bed and passing behind Kent on my way to the closet, trailing a few fingers across his ass as I go. 

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And then I let myself into the closet, wondering what the hell a girl does wear to a cocktail date in bed. 

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