Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 143

My eyes go immediately to the door of Kent's office at the bottom of the stairs, which is - as I hoped - still standing wide open, light spilling out of it. When I get to the landing I cross to the door as quietly as I can, peeking inside.

He's there, as I knew he'd be, though he's never in there this late. Kent is giving me every opportunity to do precisely what I'm doing: swallowing my pride. I watch him as he leans over his desk, looking at something on his computer, his face turned a little away from And, still a little angry that he's making me do this, I lean myself against his door frame, my arms crossed over my chest, and I wait.

me.

Kent glances towards the door as he turns his face away from his computer and he freezes a little when he sees me standing there in silence. And then, slowly, he gets to his feet, slipping his hands into his pockets, leveling his gaze at me. And I stare right back, setting my jaw, staring at him.

Because I'm the one who made the first move - I came down here, after all. I swallowed my pride. He can damn well meet me halfway and say the first word.

But he doesn't. Kent just stares at me.

And as he does, I just start to...collapse, inside.

Seriously? I think, my heart breaking a little. Seriously? Me groveling - that's so much more important than everything? Than - than all of this? Than us? Whatever we are?

And I feel my face fall as my eyes go wide and fill with tears. As I stare at him, and my lip starts to tremble, and my knees start to go weak at the realization that... That I might mean absolutely nothing to this man. Absolutely nothing at all...

And then he cracks too.

"Fay," Kent says, his voice breaking as he takes one step towards me, reaching out a hand-

And it's all I need.

I'm moving in an instant, slamming the door shut behind me, crossing the room in a flash and hurling myself in his arms, which wrap tight around me - desperate -

"Fay," he groans, holding me to him like he can't ever let me go, tucking his head down against mine, his fingers gripping tightly against the skin of my back.

"I hate this, Kent," I sob, burying my face against his chest, letting my pride fly away, wrapping my fingers in the cloth of his shirt as if I could tear it to pieces. "I - I don't want this - I can't stand it - you can't hate me, you can't -"

"Fay," Kent says harshly, pulling back from me a little so that he can look down into my face - but I don't let him, not wanting him to see me all red and blotchy. But he says my name again, taking his hand from my back and sliding it under my chin, forcing me to look up at him so that he can see all of me, so that he can see the tears streaming down my face.

So that I can see all of him. So that I can see his heart breaking as he watches me cry.

"Fuck, Fay," he says, his voice catching, "I don't hate you - I couldn't -"

And I gasp a little in relief, pressing my eyes shut as he gathers me to him again. "I'm sorry," I hear him whisper, his arms tightening around me, holding me closer - if that's even possible - "I was just so mad - and so stubborn - and so were you, Fay, and I couldn't... I'm sorry, Fay," he says, rueful, apparently not able to come up with new words.

But I understand. I get it, I really do.

"I'm sorry too," I murmur, sniffing, my voice thick with my crying. "I should I should trust you -"

"No, what I said was unforgivable," he murmurs against my hair.

"Well, yeah," I say, whipping my head up to glare at him a little while I wipe at my face, an act that makes him smile in relief. I think he's more comfortable with me mad than he is with me sobbing. "Seriously, Kent?" I ask, taking his lapels in my hand, "is that what you think of me, what you want from me? To just sit around and look pretty and wait for you to -"

"No, Fay," he says, taking my face in his hands and shaking his head. "That was...horrible. I didn't mean it. That's not what I think and not what I want. I should trust you more too. I'm sorry."

And then I'm nodding, accepting it, understanding that we both regret everything about the past two days, and then I'm on my toes, reaching for him, and he understands, because a moment later his mouth is on mine - hard, and fast, and desperate.

It only takes a second for Kent to lean down before he has an arm under my ass, lifting me up so that I wrap my legs around his waist, and then he takes a step forward to seat me on his desk -

Things move fast from there, everything a blur as Kent kisses me deeper, hungrier than I've felt him in weeks, his mouth never leaving mine but somehow - and I have no idea how managing to pull my pants down from my hips, to unbuckle his belt and push his own pants down -

And I want it - want every moment of it, because this - this is always where Kent and I have come together. No matter what our fight, or our tension, our physical connection has always allowed us to find steady ground.

So it isn't even a question for me when I reach down between us to take Kent's heavy, hard c**k in my hands, to guide it towards my core, to press him closer to me by tightening the leg that's still looped around his hip- Because I want him -

Now.

Hard, and fast, and thick -

Kent groans and shudders as he sinks into me, as he begins to pulse -

But both of us freeze in an instant as we hear the knock at the door.

And then our eyes flash immediately to the knob which, to our horror, begins to turn.

"Fuck," Kent hisses, immediately pulling out of me and yanking me off the desk as my panic sets in, as the door begins to swing open -

Because I didn't fucking lock it, did I? -

And then, to my shock, Kent presses his hands down on my shoulders, hard - forcing me to my knees -

And then he throws himself into his chair, rolling it forward to where I'm sitting -

And then he kicks me - actually kicks me -

But suddenly, as I hear the door creak fully open - I understand.

And I crawl backwards, as fast and as silently as I can, tucking myself into the hollow under Kent's desk as he rolls the chair forward, his knee pressed uncomfortably up against my face.

But I don't protest because I know that tucked under like this - as long as whoever is coming in doesn't coming around to his side of the desk - they can't see me, or the fact that he's sitting in his chair half naked. I've barely tucked myself under the desk when I hear the door stop its creaking.

My heart pounds as I hear footsteps cross the room halfway.

"Ah, Kent," Alessi says, making my breath catch in my throat. "Up late tonight, are we?"