Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 113

The door to Kent’s office is wide open when Daniel and I arrive, so we step in, still holding hands. Daniel pushes it closed behind us and I spend a little longer than necessary looking at the dark wood of the closed door, remembering what had happened there only a few hours ago.

When I turn to look at Kent, I anxiously take a step closer to Daniel’s side. Is Kent seriously going to tell Daniel what happened last night? I hope, fervently, that he won’t. Daniel would feel so betrayed, and I can’t hurt him like that.

But Kent gives nothing away, standing there behind his desk, his arms characteristically crossed over the hard muscles of his chest. My eyes flit over his body and I despite myself I can’t help remembering the hard contours of his form pressed against mine – the feel of him hard and ready for me –

I gulp, dragging my eyes back up to his stern face, refusing to let my mind go there.

“Come,” Kent demands, glancing towards the two chairs set in front of his desk. “Sit.”

Daniel and I do as we are ordered, walking quickly across the room and settling ourselves in the chairs. He gives my palm a little pulse with his fingers before dropping my hand, silently letting me know that our agreement still stands, that we’re on each other’s side.

God, I hope that by the end of this meeting that’s still true. Anxious, I fold my hands in my lap.

“We have decisions to make,” Kent says sternly, looking first at Daniel, and then at me. “After Fay’s embarrassing display yesterday,” he continues, fixing his eyes on me, “I frankly don’t see any point in going forward with this charade of an engagement.”

My mouth drops open in shock and I hear Daniel give a little cry of protest.

Kent holds up a hand, though, silencing him and continuing. “It’s not as if you, Daniel,” Kent says, “have done very much to ensure her fidelity. I’m aware that the two of you don’t have much of a romantic connection, and I’ve never cared about that, but you’ve certainly taken no pains to ensure that your bride is content enough to keep in line.”

I glance over at Daniel and see that he’s blushing at this, chagrined.

“Dad,” Daniel says, leaning forward in his chair, “this can’t be the end of it – I like Fay – she’s precisely the girl I want to marry –“

“It’s done, Daniel,” Kent intones, dismissive, looking down at a thin document on his desk. “Forget it. Move on. I’ll arrange for your first date with an appropriate girl sometime this week.” Daniel apparently forgotten, Kent shoves the document in my direction, looking directly at me.

“You’re still an important person in this world, Fay,” he says cooly, and I feel myself surprised to hear him admit what I’ve long suspected. That my relationship with the family means something to him. “I’d still like to have you formally tied to the Lippert family, to be known and understood as one of mine. Here is the offer I’d like to make you, in exchange for your allegiance.”

I hesitate, glancing at Daniel before reaching forward and taking the document off the desk. I page through it, not understanding most of the legal wording there, until I get to the third page which details…

“Oh my god,” I stammer, my eyes going wide as I look up at Kent in disbelief. “Is this – is this for real?”