Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 109

I almost spill my milk everywhere as I spin to look up at Kent.

“Shut up!” I whisper angrily, glancing back at the door. “They’ll hear you –“

“They?” Kent asks, raising an eyebrow and looking at Daniel’s door.

“Come on!” I hiss, throwing my shoulder against his side, trying to herd him towards my room, to get him away from Daniel’s door before it opens and Daniel sees us both standing here.

Kent laughs a little at my wasted effort to get him to move – we both know I couldn’t budge him an inch if he didn’t want to go – but after a moment he allows himself to be shepherded out of the hall and through my open door, which I press my back against to close. I flinch as my lock clicks shut, desperately hoping that Daniel and Jerome didn’t hear us.

“Well, Fay,” Kent’s voice says, and I look up to see him standing in the darkness of my room, hands in his pockets, smirking at me. “I didn’t think you’d be so eager to get me alone in here –“

“Would you shut up,” I murmur, turning my head back to the door to listen, my milk and box of cookies still clutched in my hands. “I don’t want Daniel to know I was listening.”

“Listening, is it?” Kent says, not bothering to lower his voice. “Looked like you were peeking –“

I give him a dirty glare, promising murder and torture and every horrible thing he can imagine if he doesn’t shut his mouth right now. I can see the laugher cross his face but he puts his hands up, complying with my demand for silence.

I hear Daniel’s movements, then. Hear him open his door, take a few steps outside. Silence, for a moment, and then murmured voices. Then, someone passes by my door, and someone goes back into Daniel’s room, shutting the door behind him.

When the hall goes quiet again, I release my breath.

“Am I your midnight visitor, Fay?” Kent asks, his voice taking on a sensual note I’m not sure I’ve heard before. “Is that what you want?”

Suddenly, I’m just…exhausted by it all.

I put my hand to my forehead, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. Honestly, it’s past midnight, and I’m hiding in my room from my fiancé with his dad who I made out with earlier tonight – and he’s asking if I want him to be my midnight visitor – whatever that is - and Jerome is gay, when I thought he liked me -

It’s all just…too much.

“Sure, Kent,” I sigh. Then I look up at him blandly. “Visit all you want. Do you want a cookie?” I grab the box off the table and shove it towards him. “We can have a real sleepover, just like I did in Girl Scouts.”