Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father - Chapter 252
Chapter 252
I open my mouth to say something – anything – but the girl on Ivan’s arm is quicker than me.
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“Daniel,” the young woman ways with a sweet smile, pretending she doesn’t notice the tension and
breaking it as she takes happy step forward towards Daniel. “Do you remember me?” Her voice has a
slight Russian accent – not at all strong, but the sort of thing you might unconsciously carry if you grew
up American but lived in a Russian–speaking household all of your life.
Daniel takes a deep breath and then shifts his gaze to the Russian girl, smoothing his expression with
effort. “Of course I remember you, Mila,” Daniel replies with a genteel smile. He tucks his temper fully
away as he drops my arm and steps forward to give her a polite, familiar kiss on the cheek.
Mila laughs charmingly as Daniel kisses her, turning her face towards him as he pulls away so that their
lips almost brush. I blink in surprise at this, and then look at her more closely, admiring the sheet of
black hair that falls over her slim shoulders like a waterfall, her sparkling silver dress. And as I survey
her, I realize that she hasn’t said a word to me, or looked al me, once. I rankle a bit at the insult.
Daniel, perhaps realizing this as well, turns back to me and
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smiles. “Mila and I were friends in our teens,” he tells me. “Our parents put us in dance class together.”
He grimaces a bit, laughing. “She was much better with me.”
“Oh, Daniel,” Mila says, laughing and still ignoring me as she takes a step forward to grasp his hand.
“Come and dance a little with me, just for old time’s sake –”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t –” Daniel replies, laughing, embarrassed.
“Please,” she pouts and my mouth falls open a little bit at how bold she is. “It would be so rude of you
to deny me
Daniel, faced with insulting who I assume is the daughter of a Russian mob boss, shrugs and complies,
stepping forward to her. “I’ll be back,” he calls to me over his shoulder as she pulls him away, “just one
dance!”
As Daniel steps away, Ivan smoothly steps into the vacant place next to me. He doesn’t look at me, but
his cat–got–the–cream expression tells me all I need to know.
“Nicely done,” I say, crossing my arms and looking up at him. “How much did that cost you?”
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“Fifty bucks,” he replies, watching as Daniel and Mila take to the dance floor.
“Rich girl like that?” I ask, surprised, “took fifty dollars to dance with Danicl?”