Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father - Chapter 186
Chapter 186
I wake up the next morning to the sound of a knock on the door at six AM. I groan, blinking awake, and
look sideways to see Daniel
doing the same in the bed next to me.
“Mornin‘,” he murmurs to me, rubbing his eyes. When I get up,
Daniel turns over onto this stomach, burrowing back into the
pillows.
“Lazy,” I chide, smiling at him and heading for the door. “What, you don’t get up to receive your own
clothes deliveries in the
morning?”
“Clothes deliveries?” Daniel asks, peering at me. “Your clothes
are delivered?”
I open the door and give the housekeeper standing there a smile, accepting the folded clothes and the
white box beneath. My eyes raise at that – the white box in the morning is new. Then, I turn
back to Daniel, frowning a little. “You don’t get clothes delivered?”
“No, Fay,” Daniel says, sitting up and staring at me. I see him put it all together in his sleepy mind as I
walk back to the bed. “Oh, gross, seriously? He picks out your clothes every day?”
“I kind of like it,” I say, shrugging and laying out the clothes I’ve been sent this morning, tossing the
white box on my vanity and
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hoping Daniel doesn’t ask about it. “Takes a lot of pressure off of me. And he has good taste.”
“It’s so creepy, Fay,” Daniel whispers, scrunching his nose.
“He’s been doing it since I moved in,” I reply, nonchalant as I admire the pretty blue and white dress
with scalloped cap sleeves that Kent sent today. “I thought it was Fiona, at first, but she told
me it’s him.”
“That’s so weird,” Daniel whispers, all in a rush, and then collapses back onto the bed.
I smile at Daniel, laughing a little, but then my laughter fades as I look carefully at the dress in my
hands and wonder…well, wonder if I maybe got too used to this. Maybe I haven’t thought enough
about how weird this actually might be.
As I study the dress I consider that Kent controls pretty much every aspect of my life now. He decides
what I wear, what I do all day, where I go, where my money comes from, where my sister and my father
live. And while I’ve accepted a lot of that as part of living under a mafia boss’s roof and enjoying the
luxury of my situation…is this really what I want for my life?
I sigh, tossing the dress onto the bed, looking at it. It’s a delicate, pretty thing – where was Kent
imagining me going in that dress?
Did I want to go there?
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I shake my head.
3/3
“Okay, Daniel,” I say, clapping my hands and making him groan at the noise. I laugh and move to the
side of the bed, shaking his shoulders and making him wake up. “Go away! You’ve outstayed your
welcome! Leave me alone so I can get changed!”
“No!” He shouts into the pillows, laughing too. “I want to sleep! Leave me be! You just get changed – I
won’t look.”
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