Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0100

If there are other ways to demonstrate my loyalty to the Lippert family – and keep the benefits of my life

here – shouldn’t I explore them?

My mind surprises me, then, by turning to Ivan.

He had told me himself that he was throwing his hat into the ring. And, well. He noticed me in ways that

Daniel certainly does not. I have to admit, too, that I’m definitely drawn to him.

Was there something there, in that option?

I bite my lip, considering it as I pull my boots on. He’s still Kent’s enemy. What would it mean, really, to

consider Ivan as a romantic option? What would it cost me, in terms of my connections to the Lippert

clan?

I sigh, finally getting my boot on and hunching my shoulders for a minute. These questions are way too

big to be asking without coffee. My mind on a caffeine boost, I walk to my door, pulling it open, ready to

head downstairs.

I’m shocked, though, to see someone already there.

I jump backwards as the figure hurries past me and then down the stairs. He’s got a hoodie pulled up

over his head, so I can’t see who it is, but he’s certainly young, and with the height and broad

shoulders of a guy.

Suddenly, I hear the noise of Daniel’s door snicking shut down the hall and my mouth drops open as I

put the pieces together.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Daniel had a guy in his room last night!

I giggle a little to myself, pressing my hand over my mouth to contain the noise. He’d told me he was

interested in someone, but I hadn’t realized he was sleeping with them. How long had this been going

on?

I take a few steps into the hall, peering down the steps, but whoever it is has disappeared. I shake my

head, then, starting down the stairs myself as I consider that this is certainly not a mark in the be-loyal-

to-Daniel category. Clearly, he’s not being loyal to me – not even really pretending to be. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Oh well. A problem for another time, I think, walking down the hall and pressing the door open to the

kitchen.

It’s very early, but there are still a few people here, getting their day started. I walk over to the espresso

machine and make myself a cup, looking around for Kent. I hope I get to ask him about a trip to see my

dad before the day has a chance to piss him off.

I screw my mouth to the side, though, disappointed when I realize that he’s not here. I lean back

against the counter on which the espresso machine rests, taking a sip of my hot drink and considering

my next choices.

To my surprise, Jerome pushes through the door to the kitchen and smiles at me, coming right over.

“Hey,” he says. “Stables today?”

I nod eagerly. “Yeah, I’m just looking for Kent first – I wanted to ask him –“

His grimace stops my words, though. “Ohhh,” he says, “sorry, Fay. But he’s already gone.”

“What!” I exclaim, my shoulders slumping in my disappointment. “Man, I got up early and everything! I

thought I would catch him.”

“Sorry,” he says, putting his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, he’s got a lot of business today and wants to

get started early. But!” He gives me a big smile here. “He wants me to take you to the tables. So,” he

gives me a deep, mocking bow, “I’m at your service, my lady.”

“What?” I say, shocked. “Seriously? You?”

“Maybe he likes it that way,” Jerome says, shrugging again. “Keeps people on their toes with the chaos

of his moods.”

“Well,” I murmur, setting my cup back on the machine and pushing the buttons again for a refill. “If

we’ve got all day, might as well have a luxurious breakfast.”

Huh, I think, looking between them as Daniel sits and they begin to converse easily. I didn’t even know

they knew each other.