Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 97

The noise runs through me like a gun being shot off in the room and I'm suddenly, instantly, gaspingly But then, almost in the next instant, I realize that it's just that f*****g alarm clock -

Kent groans beneath me, hardly moving at all, apparently used to it. He opens his eyes, though, which "Ooof," he says, frowning at me and rubbing his pectoral where I hit him. "What the hell was that for?" "Turn that thing off!" I shriek, pointing to the alarm clock. "Before I have a heart attack!"

Kent just laughs and rolls over towards the clock, grabbing it off the nightstand and pressing the butt "Told you it would wake the dead."

"It woke me!" I growl, hitting him again, which just makes him laugh more. "And I almost died from frig "Why is it," Kent asks, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me back down to the sheets, twisting so th you?"

"Because," I growl, wiggling against him, pretending I want to get away when really...well, actually, it fe "Is that what you did," Kent murmurs, dropping his head and kissing the space between my collar bon "What did you have to gain," I murmur, smiling as I watch him and sinking my fingers deep into his hai Kent looks up at me and smirks before flicking his eyes lower on my body. Taking his meaning - that r "Kent," I say, putting my hand on his cheek, working hard to hold back the full extent of my sly smile a "Are they?" he asks, pretending to look at the closet and consider it. "And here I was, thinking they'd fi I laugh and smack him on my shoulder. "The women's clothes, Kent. I thought they'd be Fiona's leftove Kent's mouth lifts in a little smile at me, as if he's pleased I noticed but a little chagrined that I'm inqu "I had it stocked," Kent murmurs, leaning forward to rest his forehead against mine, "weeks ago." "Weeks ago?" I gasp, shocked. I had assumed he'd had it done yesterday, at best-

Slowly, Kent nods, closing his eyes and letting me put the pieces together.

e, looking around for whatever horrible apocalyptic thing is shrieking for us to run, to hide, to flee -

ck him hard in the chest.

top. It instantly goes silent and Kent drops it on the bed before he turns back to me.

"

pins me there with his body on top of mine, "that you can stand up to me without a second thought, but a little alarm clock you say is nearly the death of

her nice to be pinned under Kent's fit body, getting to feel the weight of him pressing me into the mattress. "I can't seduce the clock into doing what I want."

I then shifting his body to drop another kiss lower, and then another kiss lower. "And here I thought that I was the seducer."

t a horse and a knee-shattering orgasm and a whole closet full of clothes. What did you get?"

y is his now, and his alone - I laugh, wiggling so that I'm down next to him, our faces aligned.

the question that's been burning in me for hours. "Why are all of the clothes in the closet my size?"

t they're..."

I think he'd prefer it, honestly, if I just accepted his little gifts and stopped asking what they meant.

"So, you knew," I say quietly as he pulls away to look at me. "You knew you'd get me in your bed at some point."

Kent looks at me seriously for a moment, as if deciding what to tell me. Then, he surprises me with his answer.

"I knew, Fay," Kent says, leaning forward towards me. "I was so sure of it I didn't even have the shoppers stock the autumn line. Everything in there is spring or summer fashion, because I knew I wasn't going to be able to wait." "Oh," I say, my eyes going wide at this revelation. That Kent... Kent has wanted this for a long time. Prepared for it. Expected it. Knew that it was going to happen now, not months from now. Whereas I...

My mind flicks to Ivan, suddenly, and how much emotional energy I've been putting his way, at how split I've been between the two of them...

While all the while, Kent's been...making space for me. Here. In his super cozy secret lair.

I bite my lip as my smile fades from my lips, as I look seriously at him and consider...well, what that means.

Kent gives me a brash little smile and leans forward, planting a quick kiss on my lips. "Don't overthink it, Fay," he says softly when he pulls away, giving me a swift little smack on the ass. I yelp, but it doesn't hurt - luckily, it was the fresh side. "Time to get up." He does just that, then, leaving me to sit up and watch him as he moves, naked, to the closet to get dressed. I sigh as he opens the doors and disappears through them. I glance at the clock, then, and blanche at what I see.

"Four!?" I shout towards the closet. "You got me up at four in the morning!?"

Kent's face, incredibly handsome under his rumpled hair, appears through the doorway again as he frowns at me. "What time did you think I got up?"

"I didn't think about when you got up, Kent," I say, glaring at him. "Because this," I say, gesturing towards the clock, "is unthinkable."

Kent laughs at me, shaking his head. "I have to get up early, Fay," he calls to me as he goes back into the closet, "if I have to pick out your wardrobe as well as mine."

My mouth falls open at that little dig and I'm about to protest that I never asked him to pick out my clothes that he just did it for me -

But then I snap my mouth shut. Let him pick out my clothes, I think, giving a little shrug. More sleep for me.

Then, I quickly climb out of the bed and move to the closet, leaning against the door. "Um, Kent?" I ask, watching him button up a white shirt over his undershirt, his boxer briefs curving prettily around the muscled swell of his a*s.

"You don't have to say 'um, Kent,' every time you have a question, Fay," Kent says, turning to glare at me a little. Not glare in a mean way, I realize, and I smile at him. Just a very precise, efficient, Kent sort of glare. "You can just ask without a preamble." "Ummmmm," I say, dragging out the word and leaning more languidly against the door, "Kennnnnnt," I continue, and he laughs at me, turning away and shaking his head. "Do you mind, actually, if I go up to my room?" I ask. "All my...stuff is there." "Sure, Fay," he says, finishing with his shirt and coming over to me, pulling me close for a second. "I understand. Just, breakfast at 6:30, as usual, yes?"

"Mmhmm," I say, standing on my tiptoes and lifting my face to his for a kiss. He obliges me, wrapping an arm firmly around my waist and pulling me up against him so tightly that I feel my toes start to lift off the ground. The kiss is a deep, good one, but I'm getting a little squished -

So I laugh, and pound my little fists against him, and yell for him to put me down. He does, laughing with me, and then I smile at him and plant a little passing kiss on his shoulder and flit towards the secret door to the office.

"Put your robe on before you go into the house, Fay!" Kent calls after me as I pull open the bookcase door. "I don't want anyone seeing you as the indecent minx you are."

"Yes, daddy," I call back, my voice bored and annoyed like a petulant teenager, knowing that he'll hate it. Kent's little snarl in response has me laughing as I pull the bookcase closed behind me. But I stop to pick up my little pink underwear from last night and pull my robe over my shoulders anyway, shoving the panties into the robe's pocket.

If Kent wants me wrapped up, then wrapped up I'll be.

Smiling, I untwist the lock and pull the door open, spinning happily through it.

And then, as I turn into the hall, I slam directly into Jerome.