Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0144

| surprise myself with my wicked grin, then, as | look down at him. Because this, at least — this cat and mouse game? It’s familiar ground. And really, | do know, after last night, that Kent isn’t going to enforce that contract if | don’t want him to. He wants me to want it.

And, if I’m honest? After a day to think about it, and looking at him right now, staring up at me with his muscular arms crossed, his diamond-cut jaw clenched, all power, and all at my command?

I still do. | want it. Just...on my terms, like Janeen said.

“We have a contract, Kent,” | say, my smile growing as | lean over the banister to get a better look at him. “But that contract had no specific timeline. So, | guess...” | shrug. “We'll just have to see.”

Then, without a look back, | jog the rest of the way up the stairs.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

At around eight o’clock, a knock comes at my door, making my stomach plummet almost to my feet. | hesitate, knowing it could be one of only a few things. I’d pushed Kent this afternoon — so it could be him, ready to push me back — but...

| take a deep breath in through my nose and steel myself, moving towards the door. It’s better to know, | think, than to sit on my bed for fifteen minutes speculating about it. Which is something | know | am perfectly capable of doing. But...I've got to be brave.

So, | pull my door open and hear a little plop as something falls flat at my feet.

Surprised, | look down to see a box there, tied with a white ribbon tonight. | lean down and scoop it up into my arms, closing my door behind me as | hurry to the bed. Eagerly, | untie the bow and shake the box open.

I'm absolutely stunned by what | see.

Slowly, | unpack the box, marveling at the incredible softness of the little silk pajama shorts and matching camisole, each embroidered with the most delicate lily details along their edges. Then, | gasp when beneath it | find the most luxurious robe I’ve ever seen — cut short, but trimmed at the neck and the cuffs with soft white fur.

| glance back at the box then and marvel again at the last gift — a pair of the most delicate white moccasins I’ve seen with fur lining the inside and the most incredible beadwork on the top. | line these treasures up on the bed and take a moment to stare at them, a finger curled on my chin, curious.