Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 62 What could he do. What, really, was the other option. Could he,
somehow, claim her for his own—convince Daniel to give her up, to move on to
someone else — Kent scoffs at himself, then, putting his hand over his face,
disgusted. What was he thinking — trying to find a way to take his son's fiancé
from him? It was unthinkable, despicable. Daniel would never forgive him, and
Alden- God damnit, Kent had never been in such a tight spot. Had never wanted
something so badly, and yet had it so completely forbidden to him- in terms of
morality, of honor, of political alliance, of family. Absolutely forbidden. Yet as
every day passed, Kent felt his control over himself slipping, bit by bit. If he loses
control of himself, he knows that he will lose everything. And yet.... It doesn’t
help, sometimes, when she looks at him that way. When she half-lids her eyes
and pulls her lower lip into her mouth. Like she’s holding back too. Kent slams his
fist against the table again, forcing his mind away from the thought. What the
fuck was he going to do. Chapter 62 2/4 At that moment, the door to the dining
room swings open and Fiona breezes in. “Hey baby,” she says with a big smile,
settling into her seat across from him. “What, you couldn't wait for me?” She
looks up at him, then, and her smile falters. She can see, clearly, that he’s in a
foul mood and she has to tread very, very carefully if she wants to get out of this
in one piece. “Wait for you?” Kent says, narrowing his eyes at her. “Why should I
wait for you, when you are late?” Fiona glances at the grandfather clock on the
far wall and notes. that, yes — shit — she was five minutes late. Still, she tries to
keep it light as the chef comes through the door again, putting her own entrée
and bread in front of her. “I didn't know we were on such formal terms in this
house,” she says casually, trying a small smile. “I'm sorry, I won't be late again.”
His eyes narrow further, and Fiona realizes she miscalculated. Shit. The right
choice would have been all apology — no joke. She screws her mouth shut,
looking down at her plate and taking a piece of bread out of its little basket,
fiddling with it between her long—nailed fingers.. “Do you think,” Kent asks slowly,
dangerously, “that I should wait for you? That as the man of this house, I should
be at your beck and call?” Chapter 62 Slowly, Fiona shakes her head. “No,” she
says. “You're right, I should have been on time.” 3/4 “Damn right you should have
been,” Kent says. He knows, deep down, that he’s being unfair to her. He doesn't
care, really, if she’s been late. But he’s so worked up—feels so powerless — and
Fiona is there to take it out on. “After all,” he continues, pushing his plate away
from him. “You are not my wife,” he says, cruel. “You are here, eating my food,
wearing the clothes I buy you, spending my money, in my house, just so you can
give me pleasure. When I desire it.” Fiona blinks at him then. Never, ever, has he
stated their relationship in such stark terms. He never called her his girlfriend she
knew it wasn't really like that — but really? He had basically just called her his
whore. Kent sneers at her, watching the realization of his insult break out onto
her face. “Is that...” Fiona starts, unable to stop herself. “Is that really how you
see me?” Slowly, she puts down her piece of bread. “Yes,” he says, leaning back
in his chair, enjoying the feeling of power that comes when he sees her balk.
“And right now, I want you to go upstairs. To my chamber. I want you to wait for
me there.” Chapter 62 “Kent —" she says, going pale. 4/4 “You are not my wife,”
Kent says, banging his hand on the table. “You are here at my leisure. And if you
decide that you no longer wish to be, no longer wish to receive my generosity
and my gifts,” he says, “you are free to leave at any time.” Her chin begins to
shake a little, in fear and frustration. What had she done wrong? Still, she knows
her place in this relationship. In reality, she always has. Kent lets her get away
with a lot — treats her, spoils her, rarely contradicts her. But really, deep down?
She's here for one thing. — Slowly, she stands and giving him a proud look she
can't help walks from the room, heading up the stairs. To the third floor, the attic.
The room that he keeps there. The room she absolutely hates. Kent calls to the
chef for his next course. When it's delivered, he quickly slices the steak into
pieces, biting it down without tasting it. When he’s finished, he tosses his napkin
onto the table and follows Fiona up the stairs. Write your comment Gifts Fall For
My Ex’s Mafia Father Chapter 63