Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0145

| pull the moccasins onto my feet and move slowly towards the sound, not really knowing how to feel about it all. The cruel, controlled Kent | know how to handle. But this Kent...

| pull the door open, curious to face him, but then blink in surprise when | see Daniel standing there.

“Oh,” | say, my eyes wide as | look up at him. “Daniel.”

He smirks, leaning against my doorframe with a basket full of supplies in his arms. “What. Expecting someone else?” | laugh a little and look down at the basket, filled with popcorn and movie supplies. “What are you doing here?” “Movie night,” he reminds me, perhaps a little too cheerfully. Then he looks beyond me, expectant. “Can | come in?”

| bite my lip, not really knowing how to say “no, thank you, please go away, your dad | think wants to take my virginity tonight and be quite nice about it.” But Daniel doesn’t wait for my reply anyway, pushing past me.

“| was thinking some 90’s classics tonight,” he says, looking at me with a grin as he settles onto my bed. “Start with Clueless?”

“Sure,” | say, giving him a smile and leaning on the wall as | watch him pull his laptop from the basket and open it so that we can watch the movie in here. After a few moments, Daniel notices me watching him from the open doorway, and pauses his action.

“I'm trying, Fay,” he says quietly, looking at me gently. “I still want this.”

“Why?” | breathe, shaking my head, not understanding him. “Daniel, you don’t even like me — and what about Jerome, shouldn't you be on this date with him?”

Daniel purses his lip and looks at the door, as if Jerome will show up in the hallway at any moment. “I have to marry someone, Fay. And in this world, it can’t be a man.” He shifts his gaze to mine. “I want it to be you — | care about you in my own way. Won't you please let me try to convince you that this could be good?”

“Daniel,” | sigh, looking down at the floor. “I just don’t know...”

“Please, Fay,” he begs, and | look up at him when | hear his voice catch. God damn it, but | can’t let my friend cry. “Just...can we please just do this? Can you please let me try?”

“Okay,” | whisper, pushing the door shut and coming over to the bed. | climb in next to my friend, leaning against the pillows and putting my head on his shoulder. “But you have to rank each of the guys on screen on a scale from 1 to 10, and you have to be honest about it.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Paul Rudd is the only ten,” Daniel murmurs, pressing play on the computer and then grabbing a bag of popcorn from the basket, offering it to me. | laugh as | accept it, and then, comfortable, begin to watch the film.

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| groan and put my hand over my face. As if he didn’t know.

“Well,” Kent says. “Isn’t this a surprise.”