Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 144

I surprise myself with my wicked grin, then, as I look down at him. Because this, at least – this cat and mouse game? It’s familiar ground. And really, I do know, after last night, that Kent isn’t going to enforce that contract if I don’t want him to. He wants me to want it.

And, if I’m honest? After a day to think about it, and looking at him right now, staring up at me with his muscular arms crossed, his diamond-cut jaw clenched, all power, and all at my command?

I still do.

I want it.

Just…on my terms, like Janeen said.

“We have a contract, Kent,” I say, my smile growing as I lean over the banister to get a better look at him. “But that contract had no specific timeline. So, I guess…” I shrug. “We’ll just have to see.”

Then, without a look back, I jog the rest of the way up the stairs.

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At around eight o’clock, a knock comes at my door, making my stomach plummet almost to my feet. I hesitate, knowing it could be one of only a few things. I’d pushed Kent this afternoon – so it could be him, ready to push me back – but…

I take a deep breath in through my nose and steel myself, moving towards the door. It’s better to know, I think, than to sit on my bed for fifteen minutes speculating about it. Which is something I know I am perfectly capable of doing. But…I’ve got to be brave.

Well, it seems like Kent really wants me to be comfortable. I feel a little twinge inside me at the…well, the sweetness of that sentiment. I have to admit myself shocked and surprised.

I turn this all over as I carry my new clothes into the bathroom, tying my hair into a knot so that I can take a quick shower without getting my hair wet. What did it all mean? Was he…not going to ask me to go to the third floor with him tonight? Did he want something…different?

As I step out of the shower and towel myself off, I wonder what new challenge Kent is setting up for me. How are we supposed to play cat and mouse when the cat is…being really cute? And perhaps even trying to romance the mouse?

I admit I feel some anxiety at this change as I slip the silky pajamas onto my body and pull the chillingly-soft robe over my arms. I’m still marveling at the luxurious comfort when a knock comes at the door.