Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 139

I cock my head, curious about that.

“Daniel,” Kent says, his voice even but unfriendly. “Don’t you have class to attend?”

Daniel just crosses his arms, glaring at his dad and not responding. But Kent doesn’t rise to the bait. Instead, he turns to me.

“Fay, I’d like you to go to lunch today at your father’s house.”

“Really?” I ask, my eyebrows raising.

Kent nods. “Yes, I need you to feel out the situation. Word has gotten out about the end to your engagement to Daniel,” he continues, looking briefly at Daniel to include him in the conversation, “and that you’ve been spending time with Ivan. I’d like you to see how your father feels about this change. And report it back to me.”

I nod, agreeing but hesitant.

“What,” Kent demands, his words clipped. “You don’t want to do it?”

“Oh,” I say, surprised. “Um, no, I’ll do it…it’s just…one of the less pleasant tasks that I’ve been assigned.”

Kent does an almost double take at these words, looking suddenly into my eyes with surprise on his face. I cock my head to see it – I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Kent truly surprised before. But then I consider the meaning of my last words and realize that, of course, our encounter on the third floor last night was an assignment of sorts. And that I’ve just implied that lunch with my dad will be worse…

I blush, and curse myself again for my stupid tendency to do that all the time. Not only do I look like an idiot, blushing all the time, I also wear my emotions right on my sleeve.

“No,” I blurt out, shaking my head and looking down at my breakfast, “I mean, it’s fine. I’ll do it. It won’t be so bad.”

I sigh, looking evenly at Daniel. “Seriously, Daniel, if you want to be a part of this then you should pay more attention. You’re like, the last person in this house to be aware of that.” Frustrated, I start to shovel food into my mouth. Seriously, if he’s so into being my fake fiancé, you’d think he’d start to pay a bit more attention to me.

I glance at Daniel as I eat and see him carefully studying me from his chair. I realize suddenly that he’s coming to precisely the same conclusion as me, at exactly the same time.

“So,” Daniel says, leaning forward and giving me a big smile. “Let’s hang out tonight, then. Watch some movies, like we used to do.”

“Okay,” I say, hesitating. Because honestly, I don’t know if I want to make plans if…

…if there’s another box of lingerie waiting at my door tonight.

If Kent has another assignment in mind.