Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 150

I wake up blinking to the chirping sound of Kent's phone and I groan a little as I turn over in Kent's arms. But when I look at his face, I grin to see that he hasn't woken up yet.

Apparently he really does need his wake-the-dead alarm clock to get him up in the mornings, especially after a night of confessions. I smile as I take in the sight of Kent's handsome face in repose. And then, slowly at first, I start to laugh as I take in the sight of him - this gigantic, fierce, scary man - wrapped up in my floral comforter, his feet hanging off the end of the bed that's too small for him.

Even though the alarm doesn't work my laughter clearly does, and Kent starts to open his eyes. Then, predictably, he glares at me. "What's so funny," he murmurs.

"You," I say, pressing my body closer to him as I smile. Then I lower my voice, doing my best imitation of him. "I'm going to have to send you through the passage now, Kent. Very busy day ahead of me. Take your coffee and go."

Kent smirks, giving me a half-hearted little smack on the a*s before turning to reach for his phone, clicking the alarm off and turning back to me. "This is a lie," he sighs, wrapping his arms around me again and again pulling me tight against him. "You're not allowed to have coffee in your room, Fay. A constant supply of caffeine for you would be a danger to all society -"

I laugh, pressing my lips to his to shut him up. "But it would be so fun for me," I murmur. "You should do it, Kent. Give me a coffee machine for in here. Just a little baby one."

"Never," he murmurs, laughing with me as he softly strokes my hair and looks down into my face. He pauses for a long moment, just looking at me, and I can't help the wide smile that crosses my face as I look right back at him. Despite the fact that I spent half the night crying over him, I feel...closer now, to Kent, than I've felt before.

"Are we good?" he asks me seriously, his eyes flicking over my face to assess my reaction to his question.

"I think so," I say honestly, looping my arms around his neck. "I'm okay. Thank you...for coming up here. For trusting me."

"I'm still sorry," he says softly, pressing his lips briefly to mine, "for making you think that I didn't. And for...saying horrible things I didn't mean."

"I forgive you," I say simply, and the words are easy because they're true.

Kent opens his mouth to say something else but suddenly my bedroom door shudders, the handle turning. We both turn to look at it and my eyes fasten on the engaged deadbolt that prevents whoever is outside from getting in.

"Fay?" Daniel's voice comes through the door. "Are you - are you okay? I wanted to check on you."

"Well...this," Kent murmurs, raising his eyebrows, "is an...unexpected role reversal."

"Yeah," I say, wrinkling my nose at him and starting to laugh. "You'd better get out of here before your son catches you sneaking into his place in bed."

Kent wrinkles his nose at me in distaste and then looks down at the bed as he realizes that I'm right - that he is sleeping in Daniel's spot. "Gross," he murmurs before starting to stand up, and he sound so much like Daniel just then that I start to laugh harder. "Fay?" Daniel's voice comes from the door, sounding confused. He's probably heard me laughing.

I open my mouth to respond but Kent gives me a glare as he pulls on his pants and grabs the rest of his clothing off the floor with one hand. Then he puts one finger to his lips to indicate that he does not want, at all, for me to tell Daniel that he's here. I nod to Kent, grinning, and call out to Daniel at the door. "One second, Daniel! I'm coming!"

Kent nods to me and then, for just a moment, stands still and lets his eyes slip over me where I sit naked in my bed, the sheets pulled up against my chest. And I can't help but smile harder when I see the desire in his eyes. Our eyes meet and we both know what he'd be doing to me if his son weren't at the door. But I just wave him off with one hand and start to stand up.

Kent sighs and heads through the wardrobe, pulling the door shut behind him as I grab my fluffy white robe off the floor, pulling it on before hurrying to the door to unlock it and pull it open.

"Hi!" I say, beaming up at Daniel cheerfully. And then I laugh harder as he frowns down at me, because he doesn't know just how much he looks like his dad right now.

"Well," he says, moving into the room when I step backwards to make space for him. "You're...happier than I thought you'd be."

"I got over it," I say with a happy sigh, moving over to my vanity to sit down as Daniel shuts the door behind him.

"You did?" Daniel asks confused. "How -" but he goes silent as he looks at the bed, seeing the blankets mussed on both sides, the indentations in both pillows. "Oh gross, Fay," he groans, making me laugh harder. "Seriously!?" Daniel says, gesturing towards the bed. "He came up through the wardrobe? He slept here?"

"We were in a fight," I say, giving a little shrug. "We...made up."

Daniel pretends to gag as he moves to lean against the wall, apparently having no desire to sit on the bed until the sheets are changed. I grin at Daniel in the mirror as he shakes his head at me. "Well, you're welcome," he says, with a smug little shrug. "What?" I ask.

"I went down and yelled at him last night," Daniel replies, "after I left your room. He was all pissed off and determined to pull his lone wolf act, but I told him to talk to you. So, you're welcome."

I smile at him again, deeply this time, truly touched. "Thank you, Daniel. But...well, then this is your fault," I say, nodding to the blankets. Daniel frowns at me and then, glancing at the bed again, he groans and tilts his head back as he realizes I'm right. "I told him to be nice to you," Daniel mutters, looking down at the floor. "Not to...nevermind, Fay. We're changing the subject!"

And so we do. Daniel and I chat leisurely for a while, going about our normal morning routine, and I'm very pleased to see that things easily return to normal. I'm starting to feel lighter now - I'm back on good terms with Kent, I've had a good laugh with Daniel. It seems like the start of a very good day.

Before long, a knock comes at the door.

"Clothes," Daniel says, interrupting the story he was telling me and heading to the door to receive our morning delivery. When he comes back into the room, though, I'm surprised to see a breakfast tray in his hands with a little white note on top as well as a bag which, presumably, holds our clothing.

"Oh," I say, surprised. "What's this?"

Daniel doesn't reply, simply places the food on the desk and drops the bag to the floor, reaching for the note. He rips it open and quickly reads it aloud. "Breakfast in the room today - don't come down until noon. Please," Daniel looks up at me in surprise. "Kent wrote please. What did you do to him?"

"Do you really want to know?" I ask innocently but he pretends to gag again and turns over the note, looking at both sides for more.

"Wish he wasn't so cryptic," Daniel murmurs, tossing the note back down on the tray and pressing down on the little French coffee press so that we can both have a cup.

"It's part of his charm," I sigh, reaching out a hand for the cup of coffee that Daniel's preparing for me.

"If you two are going to be like this," Daniel says, his voice wary as he passes his coffee cup over to me, "all disgusting and obsessed with each other -"

I burst into laughter as I take the cup from him. "That's the second time you've said that, Daniel," I say, shaking my head at him as I take my first delicious sip. "We're not obsessed with each other -"

But Daniel just raises his eyebrow at me. "Seriously, Fay?" he asks, his voice disbelieving.

"What?" I say, lowering my coffee cup, not understanding. "Seriously, what?"

Daniel's face breaks into a big smile then.

"You'd better tell me!" I shout, laughing now but also a little nervous. "What are you talking about!?"

"Fay," he says, crouching down before me so that we're eye to eye, his own coffee up balanced lightly between his hands. "Please, please hear me way I say this. I don't know why on earth you haven't figured it out yet, but Kent? He is obsessed with you."