Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 112

“What,” Daniel huffs, laughing at my apparent gall. “Are you seriously going to come at me for bringing my boyfriend into my bedroom after you were out all day on a date with Ivan, our family’s enemy? Are we going to get into accusations of cheating here, Fay? Because I’m not sure you stand on solid ground –“

“Oh my god,” I breathe, my eyes going wide as I lean forward in my chair, interrupting his harangue. “He’s your boyfriend?”

Daniel freezes, his own mouth wide as he stares at me, realizing his mistake.

“Really?!” I squeak, my eyes as wide as saucers as his silence answers my question. “Daniel! That’s –“

But I don’t get a chance to tell Daniel what I think about his relationship because the door to the kitchen bangs open. And there, filling the doorway with his muscular frame, is Daniel’s dad. Silent, we both turn towards him, taking in the irritation on his face.

“Finally,” Kent breathes, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ve been looking all over for you two. Come on.” He nods his head towards the house behind him, indicating that he wants us to follow. He waits for us to both stand up from our chairs before turning away, leaving the door open behind him.

Daniel starts towards it but I grab his hand, stopping him before he can go into the house.

“Daniel,” I whisper, my eyes darting anxiously towards the door. “Whatever happens in there – just remember that I’m on your side, okay?”

“Fay,” he murmurs, frowning, turning back to me. “Why are you telling me this? What am I missing?”

He locks eyes with Daniel, and then glances to me, and then to our joined hands. I can’t help the little laugh that bursts from me at this, even though Daniel gives me a dirty look for it. It’s just all gotten so ridiculously complicated, it’s absurd. I never thought I’d be in a situation where I run into my gay fiancé’s lover in the kitchen on the way to have a tough conversation with his dad, the mafia boss I made out with last night.

Jerome just points at the door at the other end of the kitchen, towards the hallway and Kent’s office. Daniel nods, pulling me in that direction, rolling his eyes at me as I work to suppress my giggles.

Honestly, can it get any weirder than this? I think, giving Daniel’s hand a squeeze and following him through the kitchen door.

If only I had known then just how foolish I was to think that it couldn’t.