Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 223
I open my eyes when I realize, quite suddenly, that Kent is not walking me
towards the office door that I came through. Instead, he heads to the back of the
office towards where he keeps a shelf full of leather—bound books that I've never
really thought much about before.
“Where are we going?” I ask, a little shocked and more than a little curious.
“The door,” Kent replies, and I hear something in his voice that's a little smug.
I frown up at him, confused, wanting to be in on the secret.
“That one,” he says, bringing me close to the bookshelf and nodding towards it,
not looking at me. “The green one. With the gilt title.”
Hesitant, I reach out a hand and touch the book he indicated, pulling it towards
me. The book tilts in my hand, but instead of sliding off the shelf it pivots forward
and clicks. Then, I gasp as the whole bookshelf swiftly spins away, revealing...a
corridor.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, looking up at Kent, shocked. “You — you have secret
passages?”
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Kent smirks down at me and begins to walk through, kicking the shelf a little
behind him in a way that makes it swing shut as we pass. “I have lots of secrets.
Some of them architectural. Some of them...otherwise.”
I narrow my eyes at Kent, suddenly wanting to know all of them, and he laughs at
me before focusing his eyes on our destination. I turn too, desperate to know
where we're going —
But the corridor is a short one, and suddenly — quite suddenly — we're in a
gigantic bedroom, dimly lit by the light that peeks around drawn white shades. My
jaw drops open as I realize that I'm — I'm in Kent's bedroom — and that we got
here from a secret entrance from his office
Kent swiftly carries me over to the bed as I take in the room. It's a huge space
that's predictably sparsely but tastefully
furnished and impeccably organized. The entire thing is
decorated in shades of grey with cool wood accents, and it's dark and moody —
just like Kent.
He walks me over to his bed and slowly lowers me down onto it, letting me rest
against the pillows that are propped against the plush headboard.
“How are you feeling?” Kent asks, pulling down the blankets and sheets a little so
that my bare bottom is caressed by the softest sheets I think I've ever felt. I blush
as I realize, suddenly, that I'm basically naked except for my bra — how did I
forget that?
“Um,” I say, trying to take a mental assessment of myself as Kent
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pulls the blankets up over my knees and tucks them in around my waist. I lose
my train of thought as I look up at him, though, surprised that he’s being so
gentle with me — coddling me, really.
“Well?” Kent asks, sitting next to me on the bed and leaning forward to study my
face, lifting his gigantic hand to gently brush my cheek. “Are you all right?”
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stare off into space, wondering about
it — thinking of all the possibilities —
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Kent brings me back to myself, though, with a little laugh. “So,” he says, and I
blush a little in apology for drifting off. “Do I finally get an answer?”