Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 288

I laugh harder at Daniel’s suggestion, playfully shoving his shoulder. “No, he’s not! Ridiculous,” I sigh, turning towards my vanity.

“I’m serious, Fay,” Daniel continues, still grinning wickedly at me. “I mean, I guess you don’t see it the way I do because you’ve only experienced obsessed Kent. But do you seriously think he’s ever, ever apologized to anyone like he did to you last night? Climbed through a secret passage to go see them just because he couldn’t stand the thought of them being mad at him anymore?”

“Ohhh,” I say, tsking and dismissing the idea with a wave. “Don’t be ridiculous, Daniel, it’s not that big of a deal. It happened once! We were in a fight, he wanted it settled!”

“Fine,” Daniel says, giving a little one-shouldered shrug. “But what about you sleeping in his room every night?”

“What?” I ask, turning to him now, confused. “Fiona would –“

“No,” he says, raising his eyebrows. “Fiona was by far dad’s favorite girlfriend, and certainly his longest lasting. And she was the only one who got a room – the one that’s two down from mine – where Natalia is sleeping now.”

“Well,” I say, still frowning, “I have my own room too –“

“Yeah,” he says, nodding slowly. “A room with a direct passage to his.”

“But Fiona,” my frown deepens now as I start to realize…

“Fiona slept in her room every night. If she stayed over in dad’s room it was always a special occasion – twice, maybe three times a year,” Daniel says softly, smirking at me. “Even nights when she had clearly…spent time with him. He always slept alone.”

“Whatever I got out of the fridge,” he laughs, taking a bite out of his own sandwich. “Not that I’m complaining, though. I eat better with dad’s obsession by my side.”

“Oh, stop,” I say, glaring at him again with a sigh and shaking my head at my sandwich.

“What!” he says, coming to stand next to me at my vanity. “Why are you so glum about it? I thought you’d be glad to hear you’ve got dad wrapped all around your finger.”

“Because,” I say, looking up at him, suddenly struck by the sadness that has been haunting me a bit since I went through Lenai’s photo album downstairs. “Daniel,” I bite my lip, hesitating, wondering if Daniel is the right person to say this to. But he nudges me with his elbow, inviting me to speak.

“Daniel,” I repeat, looking up at him, “even if he likes me a lot, he’ll never…he’ll never love me. Not the way…he loved your mom.” I finish my sentence in a rush, looking down in shame. But when Daniel doesn’t speak after a long moment, I look back up at him, a little disturbed to see Daniel looking down at me in confusion.