Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 127

“No, it’s okay,” I respond breezily, giving him a little smile. “It’s just…Daniel is having a little…trouble. Being faithful.”

I mean, it wasn’t a lie. And Janeen said to stick to the truth as much as I can.

“Oh,” Ivan says, his eyebrows going up in genuine surprise. Then he puts his plate of tacos back down and pushes all of the food to the back of the table so that he can scootch closer to me. “His loss,” he murmurs, his eyes drifting down to my mouth.

Suddenly anxious, I turn my head away from him and lift my beer to my lips, taking a sip. Ivan takes the note and leans back a little. “I actually don’t know a lot about Daniel,” he says casually. “I know he’s in school, but he keeps a low profile as far as mob heirs go. He doesn’t seem as…involved, as other sons might be.”

“Yeah, well,” I reply with a little bitter smile. “Apparently he’s got other things on his mind besides Kent’s work and marrying me.”

“Oh?” Ivan pushes. “And what’s his style there? Does he have lots of girls who he sees for a short time, or just one serious side piece?”

I blink at Ivan in surprise, realizing that he’s pressing me for information. Simultaneously, I grasp that I actually do have information on Kent’s heir – dangerous information that very few people have. And Ivan’s looking for it.

And quite suddenly, I don’t want to give it. Daniel is still my friend; his secrets are safe with me.

“Can we talk about something else?” I ask hesitantly, giving Ivan a sad little smile that I hope suggests my reluctance stems from a sore subject, not because Ivan is coming dangerously close to some serious dirt.

“Of course,” he nods, again apologetic. “I’m sorry, Fay. I haven’t been the most tactful tonight, have I? I didn’t mean to pry…I’m just,” he shrugs a little. “Genuinely curious about your life.”

I bite my lip, deciding to push this a little bit. “Are you, though?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ivan goes still, staring at me, waiting for me to continue.

“Damn it, Fay,” he whispers, his eyes on my mouth again, where my teeth press into my lower lip. “You make it hard for a guy to be chivalrous when you do that.”

Slowly, I let my lip drag out from beneath my teeth, my mouth open just a tiny bit. I swear a very tiny shudder passes through him.

“Whatever you want, Fay,” he murmurs, bringing his eyes back to mine with an effort. “It’s on your terms now. I promise, anything that happens between us is just for us.” He takes a moment and then repeats his vow. “I promise. It’s whatever you want.”

And suddenly, I know precisely what I want.

I raise my hand and place it, gently, on the side of his neck, my skin humming at the touch of his own against my palm. And then I pull his mouth to mine.