Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father - Chapter 260
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“Maybe,” Daniel considers, looking away from me a bit as he gathers his thoughts. “It’s a hint about
where the Bianci allegiances really lie. Perhaps…not with your dad.”
“Oh,” I say, my eyebrows going up as I take his point. Until now I had thought that Natalia’s objection to
me was a completely personal one. But actually… that kind of makes sense.
Daniel and I are both a little lost in our individual trains of thought when we hear a door open down the
hall. We both jump a bit and then swiftly head to our rooms, wanting to get inside. before having
another encounter with an Italian tonight. Daniel gives me a fond little wave as he gets to his door and I
blow him. a kiss over my shoulder as I scurry inside mine, leaning back against it as I push the door
closed.
But then, alone in my room…
Ugh.
I grimace and cover my face with my hand, realizing that now that I’m alone…I have to finally face my
thoughts and figure out what the hell just happened.
I groan and make my way to wardrobe, yanking the doors open and quickly sorting through it. Wanting
something more casual
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than the silky sets that Kent supplies for me, I quickly throw on a little tank top and a cheap pair of
pajama shorts that I ordered for myself from Amazon. Striding towards the bathroom, I leaving my
gorgeous dress in a heap on the floor, too angry to contemplate it now or to feel sorry about wrinkling
that stunning silk.
As I brush my teeth and stare at myself in the mirror, I realize that I honestly have no idea what
happened with Ivan tonight, and it pisses me off that I still can’t figure it out. What the hell was he
playing at, pulling me away in the middle of a family party?
I sort through my memories of those few brief minutes, trying to remember everything – but it all
happened so damn fast. I spit out my toothpaste, thinking closely about the way Ivan made. sure
everyone was busy before he pulled me back to that secret space. Did he really want it to be secret?
And why? So he could. kiss me, or so he could tell me something that he didn’t want anyone else to
know?
I groan as I head back into my room, throwing myself onto my bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to
sort through everything Ivan did, every inch of it.
But as much as I try to concentrate, I find myself wondering, passively, what it would have felt like if we
hadn’t been
interrupted – if Ivan had actually kissed me in that moment.
Not what it would have felt like physically – that, I know, would have been great.
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But honestly, how would it have made me feel?
And what would it have meant for me and Kent?
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