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

Chapter 338 

Kent clenches his jaw at this and I can see him resisting the urge to come comfort me, to wrap his arms around me. He wants to stay mad because if he can do that, he doesn’t have to tell me anything. 

“I can’t let you die like this,” I whisper, shaking my head, my fear bleeding through my determination. “Please, Kent, I want to help – if you just tell me 

But it’s the wrong thing to say. Kent’s face locks down again and he turns away from me to pull on a pair of pants before grabbing for a sweater. “I told you, Fay,” he says, his words clipped. “I’ve got this under control. You don’t need to do anything.” 

He glares at me after pulling the sweater over his head, tugging it down over his chest and stomach. 

“Seriously?” I ask, as he stalks towards me, deliberately not moving from my place blocking the door. “I’m just supposed to sit around, looking pretty? Waiting for you to call me down to your room so we can fuck?” 

“Precisely,” Kent hisses down into my face. I blink at him for a moment, not comprehending, and then my jaw drops open as I realize what he just said. 

And then I can’t do anything but stare at him. 

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Kent takes a deep breath and looks beyond me into the room. “Move, Fay,” he orders. 

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I don’t budge, still staring at him in shock, in humiliation, in… well, in shame, I realize quite suddenly. 

Because Kent has just made it very, very clear that I am only his little pet, his mafia mistress. I shake my head at him, knowing that it’s deeper than that, but absolutely wounded by what he said. 

And, cowed by him, mortified at the insult, I do as he says. I move aside. 

Kent strides into the room, grabbing his phone and his wallet off his bedside table. He doesn’t look at me again as he strides back to me, and then past me, headed for the door to his office. I watch him go, completely shocked. 

And then tears start in my eyes as I hear the door to his office 

slam. 

I stand there, alone, for a long time, not wanting to touch. my emotions. Not wanting to… to think, at all, about how my relationship maybe just fell apart. 

But after a while, I start to get cold. 

And I realize how exhausted I am. 

And that I can’t stand here all night. 

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I glance towards the door to the passage but realize immediately that that’s not a choice, because Daniel’s up in my room, asleep in my bed, and I don’t…I don’t want him to ask me what’s 

Wrong. 

go 

there 

So I look towards Kent’s bed, and consider that…I can’t either. Because I can’t think of anything more humiliating than laying in his bed, waiting for him to come back. 

But there’s…there’s no where else to go. 

So, I sigh and cross the room to the big chairs nestled close to the fire, picking my book up from my nightstand as I go. And I 

in the chair that has its back turned more towards the bed, hoping that Kent won’t notice me in it. 

curl 

up 

And then I start to read, trying to block out the world, my feelings, my life. 

When I fall asleep a few hours later, Kent still hasn’t come back. 

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