Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 176
Kent, who never comes to my bedroom in the morning — who always waits to
speak to me until I come down to the kitchen for breakfast.
I stare at him, shocked and a little afraid, as his eyes flick over me, quickly
assessing my rumpled hair and my bare legs and — oh my god-
Ivan's jacket.
Indeed, his eyes pause for a moment on the fine wool of the suitcoat, its long
sleeves rolled up to my elbows. It's way too big for me, and Kent would certainly
recognize one from his own collection or from Daniel's, so he certainly will figure
out...
I see him put the pieces together as he clenches his jaw and moves his eyes
back to mine. “Good morning, Fay,” he says, his calm belying the anger I can see
roiling behind his eyes.
“Good morning, Kent,” I whisper, leaning against the doorframe, wanting the
support.
Kent opens his mouth to say something but then snaps it shut, looking down
again at the suit jacket and then turning his head to look down the hall. Or, at
least that's the direction of his gaze. I can tell from his unfocused eyes that he’s
not looking at anything
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“I have new instructions for you,” he says after a moment, still
not looking at me. I watch him, curious, my anxiety increasing. If he just has
instructions, why didn’t he wait to give them to me at
breakfast, like he always does?
“All right,” I say quietly, waiting for him to continue.
But he doesn't. Instead, he just nods abruptly and turns away, heading back
down stairs. I watch him go, baffled, but noting that he doesn’t look at me again.
Not once.
Almost as if he can't.
Alittle smirk pulls at my lips as I slowly shut my bedroom door and look down at
Ivan’s suitcoat. Well. That hadn't been my intention, when I put it on.... But it
certainly yielded results, didn't it?
I take careful note, and then head to my bathroom to start getting dressed for my
day. When I return from my shower, I see that my clothes delivery has arrived
and that it contains a crisp little blazer in just my size. I smile and tuck Ivan’s
jacket away behind the headboard of my bed, hoping that the household staff
won't find it there. I'm not ready to say goodbye to it, not just yet, and I know that
if I leave it in my wardrobe today that, by this evening, it will have mysteriously
disappeared.
Twenty minute later I head downstairs for breakfast, dressed in the suitcoat and
chic grey slacks that Kent chose for me. It's a
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more formal and restrained look than I'm used to, and I'm curious
about what he has planned for me. I'm certainly not going to the
stables, after all — not dressed like this.
When I push through the door to the kitchen, though, the first person I see is
Daniel. My stomach drops and I hesitate when he looks up to meet my gaze. He
does not look happy.
Instead, for the first time since I've known him, Daniel refuses to smile at me. He
just looks at me, grim. A little angry. Then, his eyes flick to the empty chair across
from him, a demand as much as an invitation.
I hesitate a little longer, glancing around the room to better assess the situation.
My gaze falls, on Jerome, who is likewise looking at me. Jerome gives me an
exaggerated wide—eyed grimace, drawing a finger across his throat and nodding
towards Daniel. His meaning could not be more clear: I'm dead meat.
Nodding towards Jerome, who gives me a sympathetic shrug, I make my way
over to our little breakfast table and sit down across from Daniel.
“Good morning, Fay,” he says, his voice even. I raise my eyes to glare at him a
little, wondering if he realizes just how much he sounds like his dad in this
moment. Who the hell was he anyway, to make me feel bad about anything,
when he’s sleeping with Jerome?
“Good morning, Daniel.” I murmur, mocking his tone a bit. I
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probably shouldn't, but I can't help myself.
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“And just how long,” he bites out, glaring at me, “have you been fucking my dad?”
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“Oh my god, Daniel,” I spit, blushing beet red and leaning forward across the
table. “Are you serious? Before coffee?”
He leans back in his chair and glares at me. “What, do you think
coffee is going to make this any better?”
“Yah,” I say, snatching his own tiny espresso cup from its place
in front of him and quickly draining it. Screw him, I need this way
more than he does..
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“You're being such a brat, Fay,” Daniel hisses, leaning over the
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