Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Deciding that none of the first seven drawers are right for me — and honestly,
feeling a little like picky little Goldilocks at this. point saying “too hot” or “too cold,”
I move to the eighth drawer.
My hands slow when I pull it open and see the silkiest little nightgown in
gunmetal grey. I gasp a little, pulling it out by its spaghetti straps and holding it
up. Unlike some of the other drawers which had...accessories...this little nightie
sits by itself. There's not even a shoe polaroid next to it, suggesting it should be
worn barefool.
Unable to stop myself, I quickly unclasp my bra and tuck it in the empty drawer,
and then pull the nightgown on over my. head, loving the way that it slides over
my chest and comes to rest just at the top of my thighs. It's simple but, somehow,
just so incredibly chic.
1 spin around in it, biting my lip and enjoying the slide of the silk against my skin,
excited. My choice made, I quickly fold the little pink sweatsuit and tuck it neatly
away before I leaving the closet and close the doors behind me.
Eager to get back to my first curiosity- the books I move swiftly across the room
to the fireplace, which is luckily electric. I flick it on, hoping to warm up a little,
and then go to the first bookshelf.
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is aesthetically pleasing, but...damn it, I have no idea what the books are. So,
frowning, I spend the next hour or so finding out what Kent is hiding here, pulling
the books out one by one and looking them over. I making a little pile of those I
want to read and put back those which are uninteresting to me, getting excited
about my afternoon plans.
Overall, I have to admit that I'm...impressed by Kent's collection. When I first saw
the books, I assumed his decorator put them all here as part of the room's
design. But, as I flick through them, I realize that many of them have notes in the
same tiny, neal handwriting. He has quite a variety here too — some classics,
some military strategy, some contemporary lexts and some pieces of fiction of
which I've never heard.
I have to admit, I didn’t think had it in him. I don’t think he'd strike anyone, ever,
as a bookworm like me.
After I get through about a quarter of the shelves, I carry my little pile over to the
fireplace and spend the next few hours reading, the little throw blanket tucked
neatly around me. At some point food appears, but I only notice it because the
smell of roast beef creeps across the room to me and I turned my head. towards
the scent, spying a little tray by a door in the corner of the room.
My mouth falls open
how the hell did that get there? And
then I blush to think that someone must have quietly brought it through another
door, and they must have seen me sitting
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mostly naked in this nightgown lost
in my book and decided to leave me
alone. I sigh, ee tray gyet to
m ity ehair@e i not to worry
i it. And then I eat as I read,
losing myself in a book of military

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annotations he apparently liked as
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A few hours later, I find myself
yawning, my eyes drooping. I look,
around, hes tang residing fratthe
whale Ras passed without word
from Kent. But...he did tell me not to
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So, with a little shrug, I make my way
back to the bed, leaving the little fire
on to light the room a litle pityvhite I
sleep. Apgeeit ii the bed
Where Kent tucked me in a few hours
before, trying to keep my eyes open
to read a little more of the book, but
eventually falling asleep with my
cheek pillowed on the page. The
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