Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 225

The villa is a place of dreams.

Daniel puts me down pretty much the moment we come inside and my shoes click against beautiful white tiles of the floor. Kent immediately takes Daniel's place at my side, wrapping an arm around my waist and leading me through the house as if he's been here a thousand times before, even though I know he's only seen it online.

The entire place is gigantic and clearly very, very old. As we walk, our family spreading out into the house and marveling at all its different pieces, Kent tells me that it's a four-hundred-year-old farm house that's been lovingly restored with all modern amenities. We have the farmlands around the house as well, some of which have been leased out to local famers, but some of which - including a small barn - has been set aside for Butterfly and Heathcliff.

My heart soars a little, thinking about how nice it will be to have Heathcliff in the building next door, but all of these happy emotions are wiped from me and replaced with awe the moment Kent and I move through the cool, dark living room to a balcony that looks over not only the pool below, but a stretch of field beyond, and then the ocean beyond that, which stretches as far as the eye can see.

"Oh...oh my god," I say, my hands immediately going to my mouth as I step into the sun and move to the edge of the terrace, which has a set of wide stairs leading down to the pool.

I shake my head a little, completely at a loss for words. The wind tangles in my hair and I lift my nose a little, because I can smell the sea...

"Do you like it?" Kent murmurs, following me to the balustrade.

I look up to see him smiling down at me and I nod eagerly, my eyes shining. But my throat is thick with emotion, because...

Well, because it's the most beautiful, perfect house I've ever seen in my entire life. And I can't believe I get to live here - with Kent! And Daniel! And Janeen and my dad and Jerome and everyone I love -

"Oh, Fay," Kent sighs when he sees my tears start, but he laughs and wraps his arms around me. "Didn't we talk about crying so much?"

"I just like it a lot!" I squeak, wrapping my arms around his waist as I bury my face against his chest. "It's so beautiful! I'm overwhelmed!"

"American girls," he murmurs, holding me close. "Never get to see a damn beautiful thing in their lives and go to pieces at the first sight of a pretty landscape."

"Hey," I say, immediately defensive and lifting my head to glare at him a little. "One, America is very pretty, so don't be condescending. And two, this is more than just a pretty landscape Kent," I say, shaking my head at him. "This is incredible - the kind of house people dream about."

"Well," he murmurs, stroking my face and smiling down at me. "I needed something to match you."

And I blush, and he smiles and laughs at me, and I swat him away, a little embarrassed.

"This is amazing!" Janeen shouts, dashing out onto the terrace. "Wait, is that the ocean!? And a pool!?"

She looks at Kent wide-eyed, clearly impressed.

"Janeen, didn't you just live in a beach house for months?" he asks, shaking his head at her but smiling nonetheless.

"Yeah," she says, spreading her hands out as if it's obvious. "But it didn't have a pool too!"

And with that she turns and hurries down the stairs, pulling off her top as she goes and discarding it on her way to the pool in just her bra.

"That was an oversight, Kent," I say with a sigh, resting my head against his chest as my sister strips off her pants and leaps eagerly into the pool in her underwear. "The beach house really should have had a pool."

"Well, I'm so sorry to have disappointed," he murmurs, sarcastic. "Considering I bought it for you, and didn't know you were going to move your sister into it."

"Yes well, luckily you were able to make it up to us with this one," I say with a sigh, patting him on the chest. Then I grin and look up at him. "Hey, is there a bedroom?"

He smiles at me a little darkly and pulls me tighter against his side. "No," he murmurs. "I figured we'd sleep in hammocks beneath the trees."

"I mean," I say, laughing, "I do think that sounds amazing. But..."

"Come on," he says, turning me into the house as Jerome and Daniel come out onto the terrace, curious to see where all the splashing sounds are coming from. As we cross the living room and head to a hall on the left, I wave to my dad, who is in the large and open chef's kitchen on the other side of the great room that makes up the center of the house.

"Not a bad spot, Lippert!" my dad calls. "Hey, is there wifi here? I wanted to watch the Yankees game..."

"Code's on the counter!" Kent replies over his shoulder, waving, his attention clearly elsewhere.

The hallway is short but dark, and it ends in another ancient wooden door. I bite my lip and look up at Kent, my stomach turning over in anticipation.

Because I know my man has taste. So whatever's beyond this door? It's going to be nice.

"You know," I say as he reaches out a hand for the doorknob. "Janeen took the master in the beach house, so -"

"She what?" he says, going still and glaring down at me. "Fay, that's your house -"

I laugh up at him. "She lived there!"

"It was yours -"

"Anyway," I say, rolling my eyes and moving on. "She's going to be jealous if my bedroom here is better than hers. She's always had the bigger room. She's going to try and make me swap."

Kent growls low in his chest as he shakes his head at me, his hand moving again for the handle. "Well, Janeen's just going to have to learn to deal with her jealousy," he says, pushing the door open. "Because she's going to have to fight me for it."

I laugh as we take a step forward, about to tell him that Janeen might enjoy that fight, but all words drop from my mind the moment I start to look around. My jaw again falls open - I'm going to have to stop doing that - as I leave Kent's side and step further into the room, turning to take everything in the gigantic white bed, the cool tiled floors - the amazing ancient hearth on one wall with logs stacked and ready for a fire - the wall of windows on the opposite side, and our own private balcony beyond!?

"Ohhh my god," I say, continuing to turn, and then dashing off to explore the huge bathroom with a soaking tub and a shower big enough for...well, I was going to say for two, but honestly it could fit five. Then I dash off to the insanely big closet with a vanity already inside of it and I gasp to see that there's even a little coffee bar installed just next to it that looks just like the one Kent had in his old bedroom -

"Kent!" I shriek, hurrying back into the main room where he's standing, smiling and waiting for me to finish my explorations. "Did you - did you do all this!? Did you make them build me a coffee bar!?"

"I had some requests that the landlord was happy to agree too when properly incentivized," he says, coming to my side. "But I hate to inform you that that is my coffee bar, Fay."

"Yeah right," I murmur, wrapping my arms around his waist and shaking my head up at him. "Kent, this is amazing."

"You like it?" he says, taking my face in his hands, pleased.

"I love it," I reply, beaming at him. "How long can we live here?"

"As long as you want," he says, giving a little shrug. "It's a rental, but...if you love it, Fay, we can stay forever."

I bite my lip, eager. "So," I say quietly. "This could be...the baby's first home, if we want it to be?"

Kent smile deepens as he looks at me tenderly, holding me close and stroking my hair. "Try it out for a bit, Fay," he murmurs. "You don't have to decide now. We can keep this, or build something new. But this is the first place you've been in Europe - you should look around a bit before you decide."

"Yes, but you've been around," I say, wrapping my hands in his shirt and pulling him closer. "And you picked this one, which means it's probably good."

"I still want you to decide for yourself," he says, dipping his head lower so his face is close to mine. "And we have to see how much Heathcliff likes it," he murmurs.

"Yes," I whisper, wrapping one hand around the back of Kent's neck and letting my fingers slide through the short hair at the base of his head. "Very important, what Heathcliff thinks -"

But I don't get any further, because Kent closes the distance between us, pressing his mouth to mine and kissing me with all the happiness that's running through him now, a joy that I know echoes in my own heart. Quickly Kent dips, sliding his hands down the length of my body until his fingers curl around the back of my thighs. He lifting me with a jerk so that my legs wrap around his waist.

I moan a little as Kent pulls me hard against him, slanting my mouth over his and deepening the kiss as my breath starts to come faster. One of his hands moves to my a*s and he groans as he squeezes me there.

"Take me to bed, Kent," I pant, pulling my face from his just long enough to get the words out. "Right now."

He does as I say, carrying me swiftly through the room - our bedroom, in our new home - and falling back onto the bed, taking me with him.