Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0185

Jerome and | each give a little shout of surprise as | smack bodily into him.| stumble back a few steps, wheeling my arms a little to find my balance. Jerome is there, luckily, catching me by the shoulders and holding me steady.

“Well, Miss Fay,” he says, his voice hardly more than a whisper as he glances towards the office door. “And where were you last night?”

“Nowhere,” | say, smug, shaking my hair back from my shoulders and gathering up my dignity as | find my balance. Jerome releases me, crossing his arms smugly over his chest as he grins at me. “I was just...getting a pen. From the office.”

“Fay,” Jerome says, his face breaking out into a wicked smile. “If you think | don’t know whose bedroom is through the bookcase in that office —

“What!” | hiss, my face dropping. “Does everyone know the secrets of his house except me!?” Jerome just laughs, shaking his head. “So, how was he, Fay? Come on. I’m dying to know.” “Ew,” | say, wrinkling my nose at him. “You're seriously asking this about your boss?”

“My hot boss,” Jerome whispers, raising his eyebrow at me. “And I’m just asking — you're the one taking action with your maybe- father-in-law —*

My mouth drops open at Jerome’s gall and then | realize something, glancing at the stairs. Jerome — he was coming down them. At four in the morning. | don’t actually know where Jerome sleeps, but it’s certainly not in one of Kent’s guest rooms.

“And where were you, Jerome?” | ask, crossing my arms and blinking up innocently at him. “Speaking of taking action within the Lippert family — did you happen to see my maybe-fiancé last night?”

“Actually,” Jerome replies, hesitating, his whole demeanor changing as he glances around to make sure we're alone. Then, making a quick decision, Jerome grabs my hand and pulls me towards the kitchen. Confused but curious, | follow without protest as Jerome pushes open the door and leads me towards the fridge in the empty kitchen.

“What are we doing here?” | whisper.

“Getting orange juice,” Jerome murmurs in reply, dropping my hand to pull the juice out of the fridge and grabbing two clean glasses off of the rack next to the sink. “So that we have a reason why we're talking, if anyone comes across us. We both just came down here, independently, and happened to be thirsty at the same time. Okay?”

“Ooooookay,” | say, agreeing to it even though | think this story is a little unnecessarily elaborate. Jerome pours me a glass and hands it to me and then begins to whisper to me as he pours his own.

“Actually,” he says, picking up where he left off, “Daniel is really pissed at you.” “What?” | breathe, looking up at Jerome with wide eyes. “Why?”NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“That’s why he called me up to his room last night,” Jerome continues. “He usually doesn’t... mean, he doesn’t let me come up to his room with him unless he’s feeling a little reckless. He knows we’d both be fucked if we got caught. We usually go to my place, or —*

“Really?” | ask, my eyes still wide, tilting my head to the side. “Where's your place?” “Seriously, Fay?” Jerome asks, twisting his lips at me a little. “All of this — and that’s what you ask?” I shrug, still wanting to know. He just rolls his eyes and moves on.

“Listen,” he continues, taking a brisk drink of his juice, era) Kent said something to letjasCight | consuieene. That Daniel " Jerome hesitates and looks around the empty room, not even wanting to say it aloud even though it’s just us. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

“Really?” | breathe, shocked. Kent hadn’t said anything to me last night about a fight — hadn’t even given a hint that there was any discord — “Oh my god. | thought he...he hadn’t guessed.”

“| think Kent's known for a while,” Jerome sighs, shaking his head looking down pis jets" Boe he eitheraidedAwant to face it, or...who knows, Fay. Actually, you probably know him now better than most of us.” Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

| frown at this, shaking my head a little and thinking that Kent is still an enigma to me. Jerome, oddly, has the most connections in thi ighousethat riper TE consider this ier moment, realizing that despite Jerome's boyish, almost golden-retriever personality...that he’s actually kind of a great spy. People trust him without thinking twice about it — | mean, | do. Daniel does. And Kent hasn't kicked him out yet. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.