Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father - Chapter 233
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Jerome and I each give a little shout of surprise as I smack bodily into him.I 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,” I say, smug, shaking my hair back from my
shoulders and gathering up my dignity as I 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.”
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“Fay,” Jerome says, his face breaking out into a wicked smile. “If you think I don’t know whose bedroom
is through the bookcase in that office
–
LL
“What!” I 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,” I say, wrinkling my nose at him. “You’re seriously asking this about your boss?”
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“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 –”
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My mouth drops open at Jerome’s gall and then I realize something, glancing at the stairs. Jerome – he
was coming down them. At four in the morning. I don’t actually know where Jerome sleeps, but it’s
certainly not in one of Kent’s guest
rooms.
“And where were you, Jerome?” I 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, I follow without protest as Jerome pushes open the door and leads me
towards the fridge in the empty kitchen.
“What are we doing here?” I 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?”
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“Ooooookay,” I say, agreeing to it even though I 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?” I breathe, looking up at Jerome with wide eyes. “Why?”
“That’s why he called me up to his room last night,” Jerome continues. “He usually doesn’t…I 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?” I 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
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“Listen,” he continues, taking a brisk drink of his juice,
“apparently Kent said something to Daniel last night – about – about knowing. That Daniel is…” Jerome
hesitates and looks around the emply room, not even wanting to say it aloud even though it’s just us.
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“Really?” I 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. I thought he…he hadn’t guessed.”
“I think Kent’s known for a while,” Jerome sighs, shaking his head and looking down at his juice. “But
he either didn’t want to face it, or…who knows, Fay. Actually, you probably know him now better than
most of us.”
I 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 this house that feed him information. I consider this for a 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 – I mean, I do. Daniel does. And Kent hasn’t kicked
him out yet.
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