Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0349

Ivan stays...late. Way too late.

| see my dad's expression when he comes home with the groceries, as he spies me out here with my sort-of-ex-boyfriend, and then glances at my husband, who is sitting on the couch with his boyfriend. | can’t hear him, but | see him groan in confusion.

Ivan laughs a little. “Should | go in and say hi?”

“Nope,” | say, wrapping my arms around my knees, starting to get a little cold as night falls. “I think that nobody in that house is very happy to see you here. Except maybe Janeen. But she just thinks you're hot.”

“Really,” lvan says, perking up and looking around for her.

“Don't,” | say, laughing and swatting his arm. “She'll just rope you into being one of her regulars at the club. She'll drain your bank account and leave you sobbing.”

“Yeah,” Ivan says, turning back to me and raising his eyebrows provocatively. “But don’t you already know, Fay? Complicated, hard-to-get girls are kind of my type.”

| roll my eyes at him, but | can’t help laughing anyway. “Why do you even like me, Ivan?” | ask, shaking my head and genuinely wanting to know. “I mean, is it just the hard-to-get thing? Do you just like a challenge?”

“Are you a challenge?” he asks, turning his head and looking me up and down.

“Well, | am married,” | point out, laying out the facts like they’re obvious. “And | hate you, and you’ve already got a bruise on your face from the guy who got me pregnant, so,” | shrug, “yeah, | think that qualifies as challenging.”

“Yeah,” Ivan says slowly, nodding a little and considering my points. “But your marriage is a sham to make your baby legitimate, and your baby daddy is locked up forever, and, above all,” he takes a moment to really look into my face now, making me hear him, “you don’t hate me, Fay. Not really. Not in your heart.”

“Don't |?” | ask, letting my eyes fall to his mouth. “Maybe for now,” he murmurs. “But...you have a heart. You know what's right. And | did what | did because it was right.” “Right for you,” | sigh, closing my eyes and letting my head hang back a little.

“And for you,” he replies, but | almost feel him lean back in his chair, giving me my space. Because if this is real for him — like actually real? Then he knows that he’s playing the long game. And he’s not going to be getting much more from me tonight.

| open my eyes when | hear the door slide open. My brow furrows when | see Janeen coming out withContent (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

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“| don’t know,” Janeen murmurs, smirking and likewise looking in at Daniel. “He’s got a couple inches on you.” “Yeah, but I’m scrappy,” Ivan says, over-confident and optimistic in his usual charming way.

“Don't underestimate Daniel,” | sigh, leaning back. “He boxes. And I’m

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“No way!” she says, laughing and hitting lvan on the arm. “You told me you fell at work!”