Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 185

Jerome and I each give a little shout of surprise as I smack bodily into him.I stumble back a few steps, wheeling my arms a little to find my balance. Jerome is there, luckily, catching me by the shoulders and holding me steady.

“Well, Miss Fay,” he says, his voice hardly more than a whisper as he glances towards the office door. “And where were you last night?”

“Nowhere,” I say, smug, shaking my hair back from my shoulders and gathering up my dignity as I find my balance. Jerome releases me, crossing his arms smugly over his chest as he grins at me. “I was just…getting a pen. From the office.”

“Fay,” Jerome says, his face breaking out into a wicked smile. “If you think I don’t know whose bedroom is through the bookcase in that office –“

“What!” I hiss, my face dropping. “Does everyone know the secrets of his house except me!?”

Jerome just laughs, shaking his head. “So, how was he, Fay? Come on. I’m dying to know.”

“Ew,” I say, wrinkling my nose at him. “You’re seriously asking this about your boss?”

“My hot boss,” Jerome whispers, raising his eyebrow at me. “And I’m just asking – you’re the one taking action with your maybe-father-in-law –“

My mouth drops open at Jerome’s gall and then I realize something, glancing at the stairs. Jerome – he was coming down them. At four in the morning. I don’t actually know where Jerome sleeps, but it’s certainly not in one of Kent’s guest rooms.

“And where were you, Jerome?” I ask, crossing my arms and blinking up innocently at him. “Speaking of taking action within the Lippert family – did you happen to see my maybe-fiancé last night?”

“Actually,” Jerome replies, hesitating, his whole demeanor changing as he glances around to make sure we’re alone. Then, making a quick decision, Jerome grabs my hand and pulls me towards the kitchen. Confused but curious, I follow without protest as Jerome pushes open the door and leads me towards the fridge in the empty kitchen.

“What are we doing here?” I whisper.

I shrug, still wanting to know. He just rolls his eyes and moves on.

“Listen,” he continues, taking a brisk drink of his juice, “apparently Kent said something to Daniel last night – about – about knowing. That Daniel is…” Jerome hesitates and looks around the empty room, not even wanting to say it aloud even though it’s just us.

“Really?” I breathe, shocked. Kent hadn’t said anything to me last night about a fight – hadn’t even given a hint that there was any discord – “Oh my god. I thought he…he hadn’t guessed.”

“I think Kent’s known for a while,” Jerome sighs, shaking his head and looking down at his juice. “But he either didn’t want to face it, or…who knows, Fay. Actually, you probably know him now better than most of us.”

I frown at this, shaking my head a little and thinking that Kent is still an enigma to me. Jerome, oddly, has the most connections in this house that feed him information. I consider this for a moment, realizing that despite Jerome’s boyish, almost golden-retriever personality…that he’s actually kind of a great spy. People trust him without thinking twice about it – I mean, I do. Daniel does. And Kent hasn’t kicked him out yet.