Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 146

I drag my hand down my face and force myself to look at Kent. He’s looking right at me, of course, from his place outside the room. Looking at me as I sit in the clothes he sent, having a movie night with his son.

“Is it a surprise?” Daniel asks, working hard to pull Kent’s attention back to him. It doesn’t work. Kent keeps his eyes fixed on me. “I’m just having a nice evening in with my fiancé, after all,” Daniel continues. “What’s so surprising about that.”

Kent ignores his son. I shift uncomfortably under his gaze, looking down at the popcorn in my lap. I look up when I hear Kent speak again.

“Well,” he says, his voice conclusive. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt. You two have fun.” He pauses, looking me straight in the eye for a good ten seconds before turning slowly and striding away, perfectly in control. Daniel rudely slams the door after him.

“Daniel,” I sigh. “Do you have to be such a dick?”

“He’s being a dick, Fay!” Daniel explodes, throwing his hands in the air. “What he’s doing to you – how he’s treating you! I’m saving you from that!”

“Daniel,” I hesitate, looking at him with sorrow on my face. “Did you ever think that maybe…”

He goes still, staring at me with his mouth open. I trace the design on my duvet, awkward.

“Seriously?” Daniel breathes. “He got to you too?”

I look up at him, a little rueful. He did.

“Can we just…enjoy the night?” I sigh, gesturing towards the empty side of the bed. “You scared him away – isn’t that what you wanted?”

Daniel sighs too, putting his forehead in his hand and closing his eyes to think it through.

“Just come watch the movie with me” I plead softly. It breaks my heart to see my friend so upset, even though…well, even though I know that this isn’t going to end well for us. That if I start sleeping with his dad, things are forever going to be changed between Daniel and me.

And suddenly I decide that what I actually want – really – is one last real night with my best friend. While he’s my best friend.

“Clothes deliveries?” Daniel asks, peering at me. “Your clothes are delivered?”

I open the door and give the housekeeper standing there a smile, accepting the folded clothes and the white box beneath. My eyes raise at that – the white box in the morning is new. Then, I turn back to Daniel, frowning a little. “You don’t get clothes delivered?”

“No, Fay,” Daniel says, sitting up and staring at me. I see him put it all together in his sleepy mind as I walk back to the bed. “Oh, gross, seriously? He picks out your clothes every day?”

“I kind of like it,” I say, shrugging and laying out the clothes I’ve been sent this morning, tossing the white box on my vanity and hoping Daniel doesn’t ask about it. “Takes a lot of pressure off of me. And he has good taste.”

“It’s so creepy, Fay,” Daniel whispers, scrunching his nose.

“He’s been doing it since I moved in,” I reply, nonchalant as I admire the pretty blue and white dress with scalloped cap sleeves that Kent sent today. “I thought it was Fiona, at first, but she told me it’s him.”