Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 169

I lay back on my bed for…way too long. Just laying there, frustrated, staring at the ceiling.

I am also exhausted – I know this by the fuzz that I feel in my brain, the lethargy taking control in my limbs, and my very slightly grumpy mood. It’s been…one hell of a 48 hours, if I’m being honest with myself. From my very tense movie night with Daniel, to…everything yesterday, in the stables with Kent. And then last night, with Ivan?

I groan, my head spinning to think that that all happened in such quick succession. And frankly, I haven’t gotten much sleep throughout all of it – at least not the deep, peaceful sleep, alone in my cozy bed that I know my body is craving.

So I sigh, turning over and slipping under the covers, not even caring that I’m naked, intent on just getting some rest –

But when I do put down my head, curling up on my side and pillowing my cheek against my hand…

Sleep eludes me. God damn it, but I just can’t stop thinking.

My eyes fly open and I purse my lips together, frustrated.

I’ve just got way too many unanswered questions on my mind. Sighing, I flop onto my back and stare at my old friend the ceiling again.

What the hell am I going to do?

Or, beyond that, who do I even like?

It feels like a ridiculously sophomoric question – who do I like – when I’m trying to decide between the heads of two serious crime organizations. But it also feels incredibly important that I answer that question – right now – or I am going to be in one hell of a situation very soon.

I dismiss that, though – I knowing, deep down, that Kent wants me, which is an assurance I don’t really have with Ivan. I have the proof of Kent’s desire - I’ve seen him struggle against it for weeks, seen him write up that ridiculous contract in order to build walls between us, walls designed to keep him safe, not me. And a very large part of me wants to break those walls down, to see what I find behind them all. A little thrill runs through me at the idea of Kent loosed from all of the restrictions he places on himself.

What would it be like to see him unbound. What would it be like to be with him, totally unleashed…

I blush, thinking of it, and then wonder – is that what I like about Kent? The challenge, more than Kent himself? I groan, feeling guilty, because frankly – it’s the opposite with Ivan.

I like Ivan because – as far as I can tell – he gives me himself on a platter. There are no walls, no mystery – just his sincere, funny self. I smile when I think of him, which I don’t do when I think of Kent – a smile that echoes the thousand times that Ivan has made me laugh so hard my face aches.

Isn’t that, really, what one is looking for? That kind of connection?