Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0155

A few hours later, | stand in the cool white space of my bathroom, staring at my freshly-showered reflection in the mirror. I’m wrapped in a towel, another one twisted around my hair, and | can’t stop...looking at myself.

Wondering if I’m...different somehow.

| drop my towel and pull the other from my head with a frustrated sigh, turning and trying to get a look at my naked body in the mirror from different angles, working to truly see...

But then I give up, glaring at myself in the mirror a little bit. Because | know that | don’t look different — not really, not at all. Because that’s impossible.

But | do know that, inside... am different. Things have changed — | have changed. And | don’t know at all how | feel about it.

Everything just feels so...strange. And new. When | had left the house this morning, | was one person and now...am | someone else? My body keeps reminding me that things are different too, with a low ache between my legs a constant reminder of how | spent the afternoon. And my thighs keep shaking a little, just tiny tremors, probably because | had my legs wrapped around Kent's waist all day, and | was using muscles | haven't had to use before...

I blush, thinking about it, and then | scowl at myself in the mirror for blushing and pull my robe off of its hook, tugging it over my arms and knotting it tight around my waist.

Honestly, I’m a mafia mistress now. A real one. Shouldn't | be beyond embarrassment?

Aknock comes at my bedroom door and, eager for the distraction, | move to it quickly. | don’t have plans for the evening — but did Kent...?

When | open the door, I’m surprised but not displeased to see Jerome standing there, looking bored. | give him a happy smile and he opens his mouth to say something, but then he freezes after he takes one look at me.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“What?” | say, taking a step back, my hands flying to anxiously twist the ends of my wet hair. “What's wrong?” “Oh my god,” Jerome whispers, leaning forward and grinning at me. “You actually did it, didn’t you?”

| freeze — no way — there’s no way he knows so fast —

“Oh my god, you totally did!” Jerome hisses, gleeful, “You actually boned Lippert! —*

“Jerome!” | gasp, looking out into the hallway, frantic. “What the — are you serious — how did you?!“ Then, desperate, | tug him angrily into my room, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Fay, please, I’m dying,” Jerome laughs as he stumbles across my floor, his voice half whisper and half glee. “Please, you have to tell me everything —*

“I'm not telling you anything!” | hiss, giving him a little shove so that he falls back against the bed. “Even if there were anything to tell — I’m not going to — | mean, | wouldn't —* | blush now, pursing my lips, realizing that...well, that it’s no good.

Jerome sits perched on the end of my bed, leaning forward, grinning at me as if it’s Christmas morning. “Come on, Fay, | won't tell anyone — | can keep a secret!”

“We're not girlfriends, Jerome!” | huff at him, “this isn’t a slumber party — I'm not telling you ydeepest O daygestiustbedadse you ask!” | cross my arms but | can’t help smiling a little. Honestly, | am dying to talk to someone about it, and | do like Jerome. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

“Oh, it’s not a slumber party?” Jerome asks, smirking and raising hi PRAWS. “Like the ng youchasAs? nig t with pbareae Really, Fay, you do like to have Lippert men in your bed -” Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

“Ew!” | say, dashing forward to smack him on the arm. “You of all people should know that it's atejkecHat! || wegnmndahdBaniel and — wait —" | freeze, my arm raised to smack him again. “Did you just — did you just call Daniel your boyfriend?” Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

Now it’s Jerome’s turn to blush. “No — | mean, it was a slip — we’re —* “You're what?” | breathe, dying to know, leaning towards him.

“Quid pro quo, Miss Alden,” Jerome snaps, quickly pulling himself back together and retaking control of the conversation. “I'll tell you if you tell me.”

I stand up straight, folding my arms over my chest studying him. “Fine. You tell me first.”