Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 115

Kent can’t help enjoying the way his stomach twists when he sees Fay like that, frozen in the chair before him, her mouth slightly agape, her sapphire eyes wide with shock. A curl of her unruly red hair has fallen lose of its messy ponytail and into her face. He presses his hands harder against the desk, avoiding the ridiculous urge to reach forward and brush it behind her ear.

He knew she’d react like this, of course – he’d arranged it so she would. Yes, he made all of his previous girlfriends sign NDA’s, and he’d treated their relationships in many ways as business relationships. However, he’d never started the relationship that way. The fact was that he’d lost control too many times with this girl – that disaster of an interrogation in the basement, punching that kid at the stables –

Even kissing her last night – it had had the desired effect of showing her that he was in control, but damn it, had he even meant for it to go that far? He had wanted to keep kissing her, had had to tear himself away.

No, he had to get control back. Now. And he had learned that shock and embarrassment was one way to knock Fay off her game. He won either way in this situation – if she refused him, he’d have put her in her place. But, on the rare chance that she agreed to it…

Well. Two birds with one stone.

Fay was still staring at him, completely blindsided, as he leaned further forward across the desk. “It’s a good deal Fay,” he assured her, holding her gaze. “Almost as good as the one I gave Fiona. You should take it.”

His words wake her up then, a little pulse passing through her as she blinks and focuses on him. Suddenly, rage lights her face and she crumples the contract in her hands. Kent can’t help the smirk that quirks the corners of his lips. Frankly, he likes her all riled up.

“You pig,” she snarls, pushing her chair away from her as she jumps to her feet. “I would never be your whore – never –“

“Not a whore, Fay,” Kent interrupts, standing up and crossing his arms, looking at her levelly. “It’s a position with respect – just with some legal ties attached, and some financial incentives for you. I’ve done this many times and the women with whom I’ve had previous contracts will tell you that it was a generous arrangement -”

“Oh?” she bites back. “Would Fiona say that? Fiona, who showed up in my room at midnight with a black eye? Would she call you generous?”

Kent lowers his brows at her, letting her know she’s on dangerous ground “Fiona betrayed me, Fay. I would not suggest you follow her path.”

“Oh, I don’t think you have to worry about that,” she snaps, her eyes narrowed in rage. “I would never be your girlfriend. Not in a million years.”

He smiles at her magnanimously, leaning forward and speaking in kind tones, like you would to a child. “You’re upset, Fay. Why don’t you take some time to think it over? Really consider the offer.”

She says nothing, just glares at him like she’d like to rip his heart out before spinning and stalking from the room.

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I could kill him, I think, my teeth clenched, my lips pressed to a thin line. Absolutely murder him. My eyes flick to the kitchen door as I storm towards the garage. For a second I think about all the sharp knives in that kitchen that would help me do the job, but then I push the thought out of my mind. Kent deserves a far worse death than that. Something medieval. Boiled alive in a vat of tar, or –

I slam into someone’s chest as I push through the door to the garage, someone trying to come into the house just as I’m leaving it. I give a little shriek, pulled from my murderous thoughts and whipping my head up to see –

My frown deepens when I see who is standing before me.