Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0189

Daniel and I eat quickly and in silence, but as we do I can sense a shift in the energy between us. I know, somehow, that after a few minutes we're on the same team again, despite our differences. I smile at Daniel, unseen, as he pops a slice of bacon into his mouth, newly determined to do better at making sure he's okay.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Once I'm finished eating I stand and move around the table, leaning down to give Daniel a kiss on the cheek. "Have a good day, Daniel," I say quietly to him, my hand on his shoulder. We'll hangout tonight?"

Daniel looks up at me and gives me a little smile and I wrinkle my nose at him before I leave the room. As I pass through the kitchen door, though, I let my face fall, no longer needing to put on a happy expression for him. Instead, I feel my face settled into worried, anxious lines.

What the hell was that, from Kent, telling me this dress had no purpose, and I could do whatever I wanted, and he didn't care? I'm fully steamed about it as I stomp up the stairs and go to my room, closing the door behind me. I immediately peel off the dress, leaving it in a bitter little heap on the floor, and move to my wardrobe, pulling out some riding clothes and quickly changing into them, deliberately choosing the tight two-tone riding pants that particularly highlight my ass.

Because Kent can kiss it, for all I care, after what he did to me at breakfast. I'm going to the stables to hang out with my horse, who never lets me doubt his affections. And I'm going to have a nice day, damn it.

As soon as I pull on my boots I'm out my bedroom door, clapping down the steps with my mind on the garage, wondering if I can convince Jerome to give me the keys to the Bugatti- Kent will have a fit to know that I'm driving it - when suddenly I hear my name.

I pause about two steps from the bottom of the staircase as I hear it, my head whipping up to see Kent standing at his open office door, looking at me with his arms folded, his face serious.

"So, the stables then, Fay?" he asks, impassive.

I can't help the little sneer that crosses my lips then. "I thought you didn't care, Kent," I throw at him, and then I start walking again, more deliberately this time, my steps angry. He grabs my arm as I pass him, pulling me backwards off balance. Stopped in my tracks, I glare up at Kent, trying to pull my arm away, but he doesn't relent.

"What is this attitude?" he asks, glaring at me, his voice angry but low so that he won't be overheard.

"What attitude," I snap, glaring back and playing dumb, trying to pull my arm away again, harder this time.

Kent frowns and tightens his grip, pulling me closer. "This," he hisses, looking me up and down. "You're being a brat, Fay, and I -*

"Oh, whatever, Kent," I sneer. "Like you're the only one who gets to have a whole change of personality between four and seven am?"

"What are you talking about," Kent snarls, his grip tightening, perhaps guessing that if he lets

me go I'm going to leave without another word. Which, to be fair, is my plan so...well done, Kent.

"I'm talking," I answer, still mad, "about you being all nice and pleasant early this morning, and then treating me like trash at breakfast! Telling me that you don't care what I do today. treating me like some weird kid Daniel had over for a sleepover instead of your -"

"Shut your mouth," Kent snaps, quick, his eyes glancing around the hall. I look with him. realizing that there are people around. And then my eyes go wide as I realize that - that I'm a secret.

My mouth drops open as I stare up at Kent. I mean, I knew that we were being discreet because Daniel didn't know and it would certainly impact him, but I didn't know that he was keeping me secret from everyone - like he's ashamed of me -

After all, he let Fiona walk around in her skimpy little robes, and everyone knew she was his girlfriend-

"Oh my god," I whisper angrily through my teeth, fury pulsing through me now as I take a step closer. "Are you serious Kent? I'm your dirty little secret?"

"What the hell did you expect, Fay?" Kent whispers back, giving my arm a little shake. "That I was going to shout it from the rooftops that I'm fucking my son's ex-fiancé? Do you know what would happen to me - to all of us - if word got back to your father!?"

"My father?" I choke out, aghast. "Seriously, you're bringing my father into this? Now?"

"God damn it, Fay," Kent growls, pulling me closer again. "We have got to be more discreet - and yes, I'm going to treat you coldly in public spaces because if I don't if people find out about this then-"