Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 114

"Hey," I protest, smiling up at Kent as he brushes a thumb against the underside of my b****t. "I thought you wanted me to get up?"

"I wanted you to wake up," he replies, sighing a little contented breath through his nose. "Out of bed is...harder."

"Fine by me," I murmur, turning my face up towards his, but Kent sighs and loosens his grip around me.

"No," he says, shaking his head and groaning as he moves away from me. "I'm already two hours late. If I get started doing what I actually want to do this morning, we won't make it to breakfast until eight."

"Fine," I sigh, watching him get up with a little pout. "But then I demand coffee," I quip, looking around again for this miraculous coffee machine while I wrap the sheets around my chest, a little cold and not wanting to be quite as naked as I am right now if nothing is going to come of it. "Where is it?"

Kent stands up from the bed and I bite my lip and grin a little as I watch him cross the room in nothing but his tight little boxer briefs. Then, to my surprise, he presses against a little section of the wall that, like the back of my wardrobe, has a hidden magnetic clasp that clicks and then -

My mouth drops open a little as the wall spins, revealing a perfect little Italian coffee bar hidden on the other side, complete with an espresso machine, and a tiny fridge with cream, and perfect little white cups -

"Oh!" I say, my eyes going wide, completely charmed by it. Before I can think I'm up and moving towards it, clutching Kent's sheets to my chest and dragging them with me as I hurry over. "Fay," Kent sighs, "you're messing up the whole bed -"

I flick a lightning-fast eye roll his way and then reach out towards the machine, wanting to press all of the little buttons, my mouth watering a little at the thought of a nice espresso to start the morning-

"Don't touch," Kent scolds, slapping my hand away territorially. I gasp and glare at him but he just laughs, putting a hand on my lower back and nudging me towards the closet. "Go put on something warm, Fay, so you can go back through the tunnel. I'll make you something for your trip."

A little chagrined, but not really minding - Kent and Daniel's coffees are always better than mine- I do as Kent says and head over to the closet, dropping the sheets on the floor along the way because I know it will both piss Kent off to have his linens on the ground and to give him a look at what he passed up in the name of responsibility. As I pass into the closet and glimpse over my shoulder, I'm rewarded by the sight of Kent groaning and passing a hand down over his face, shaking his head both at my sloppiness and my cute butt.

When I come out a minute or two later, dressed in a Kent-approved pajama set with matching slippers, I'm rewarded by the sight of my delicious coffee waiting in the hands of my very handsome...what? I look up at him consideringly as I walk over to him. My boss? My boyfriend? My lover? I smirk at the thought of the last word, feeling like that's...too dramatic a term, even though it's probably the most accurate.

Kent looks at me curiously as he hands me the coffee before shaking his head and looking away. "I don't even want to know, Fay," he says, fighting the smile I bring to his face.

"Probably not," I quip, taking a sip and making a pleased little noise. As I lower the tiny cup to its tiny saucer, Kent puts an arm around my waist and pulls me close, making me tilt my face up to look into his.

"I'll see you tonight?" he murmurs, his voice soft and dark with promise in a way that makes my stomach twist in anticipation.

"Okay," I whisper, pleased. "Are you going to be mean to me all day before then?" I ask, tilting my head to the side.

"If you deserve it," he growls, narrowing his eyes at me a little, daring me to try. I can't help but grin, which makes him laugh. "I can't even scare you into good behavior anymore," he sighs.

I shrug. "It's not my fault if I like you a little scary. Very scowly and dark. Just my type, apparently."

"Really?" Kent asks, lifting a brow as he studies me and leaning back a little, though he keeps the arm around my waist. "I thought you were into blondes these days."

I blush a little, looking down at my cup, but I can't help but smile - a little - at the hint of jealousy in his voice. "Terrifying doesn't have a default hair color," I say lightly, trying to be funny. But I raise my eyes again to Kent in surprise when he takes his hand from my waist and crosses his arms over his chest.

"I don't want you to see him anymore, Fay," Kent declares, looking down at me sternly.

"What?" I ask, shocked.

"I'm serious," Kent replies, shrugging and pretending a casualness I know he doesn't feel. "It's getting too dangerous - and you've already got the information from him that we need -“

"Kent," I cut in, glaring. "You know this isn't about danger, or information."

"Fine," he snaps, his expression matching mine. "I don't want his hands on you anymore, Fay. I don't like it."

"Oh?" I say, moving to cross my arms and nearly spiling my coffee everywhere. Kent curses and catches the cup before I knock it over, taking it from me and giving me an exhausted look. I grimace in apology but then continue.

"Seriously, Kent?" I ask, more perturbed by him making this demand than by the actual result of it. I may not have admitted it to myself in words yet - not completely - but I'm very aware of the fact that Kent has my attention now, romantically. Ivan and I have a connection but -

I sigh a little bit, dismissing the thought from my mind and making myself concentrate on the situation at hand.

"Seriously, Fay," Kent replies, re-crossing his arms while holding the coffee in a way that I could not. "End it with him."

"And what about you?" I ask, a little impulsive as well as angry. "Are you going to be exclusive with me?"

Kent blinks at me in surprise but doesn't answer. Instead, he just glares down into my face, not giving anything away. I let a few heartbeats pass and then laugh a little as I realize that he has no intention of answering my question, let alone promising fidelity. "Whatever, Kent," I say, a little pissed and reaching out to take my coffee back from his hand. "I'll answer your question with the same response you gave me."

And then, snatching my coffee away from him, I head for the door that I now know leads to the stone steps and the downstairs passage.

"Fay," Kent calls after me, and I turn at the door. "What do you want for it?"

"For what?" I ask, confused.

"To leave him," he clarifies. "What will it take?"