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

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Kent succeeds, though not a drop of tequila gets away from him. Kent glares up at me when he’s finish and, I think in his idea of punishment, drags his tongue in a long, thick lick from my belly button halfway up my stomach. “What the hell were you thinking, Fay,” he growls. 

“I don’t know,” I say, still grinning at him. “I saw it on MTV once when I was a kid. I always wanted to try it.” 

“Well don’t do it again,” he commands, bringing his face level with mine and then grabbing the bottle of tequila out of my 

hands. 

“Hey!” I shout, grabbing for it, but he pulls away from me and raises the bottle to his lips, taking a long drink. Kent shakes his head as he swallows, wincing at the burn of the liquor before handing it back to me. 

“If we’re going to be classless, Fay,” he says, turning his eyes. back to mine, “at least be clean.” 

“I can work with that,” I reply, grinning before raising the bottle to my lips and taking a long drink myself. Then, I tuck the bottle in next to me as I snuggle back against the pillows and smile. at Kent, enjoying the warm and cozy burn of the tequila in my chest, feeling it already bringing a little peace to my tired brain. 

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Kent eyes the open bottle anxiously but I tsk him and give him a little shove on his shoulder. He just rolls his eyes. 

“I didn’t agree to chaos, Fay,” he informs me, shaking his head at me yet again. 

“I know, Kent,” I say, lifting a sympathetic hand to his face. “But that’s the price you pay to have me all curled up in your bed.” 

“Worth it,” Kent murmurs, the words barely audible as he turns his face to press a kiss to my palm. But then he turns his attention back to me. “Are you sure?” he asks, “that you don’t want to talk about what happened tonight?” 

“Do we need to?” I ask, suddenly hesitant. “I mean…” I wiggle a little bit, trying to sit up straighter. “Are you…going to like, kick me out of the house?” 

“No, Fay,” Kent promises, his face suddenly very serious despite the fact that he did a body shot off of me thirty seconds ago. “She can make demands all she wants, but this?” he says, nodding between us. “This is not hers to arbitrate.” 

“Okay,” I say, relaxing back against the pillows. “Then, can we talk about it tomorrow? Can we just…have tonight?” 

“Yes, Fay,” Kent murmurs, smiling at me. “If that’s what you want.” 

And since it is what I want, I raise the tequila to my lips again, 

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3/3 taking a sip before pressing it to Kent’s mouth. He holds my gaze as he takes the bottle from my hand, only breaking my cycline as he tips his head back to take a steady drink. And then, when he lowers his head again, we talk. 

And talk. 

And we continue to talk, long into the night, way past the point when I’m sure Kent would have preferred to go to sleep. At first Kent just answers whatever random questions I can come up with, which get deeper and more poignant as we go. And then, after we’ve had enough tequila to make my brain pleasantly fuzzy, he begins to offer stories of his own. 

And to my shock, Kent tells me all sorts of things about his life. Things I’m sure hardly anyone knows – which Daniel himself might not even know. 

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