Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 117

I hear my sister flick through the contract to the end. “Well,” she mutters, “this one isn’t signed…”

“Because that’s Kent’s second offer,” I say plainly, trying to keep my voice even as I peek through my fingers at her. Janeen quirks her head to the side, looking at me. “That’s the NDA he wants me to sign. When he pays me an insane amount of money to become his mistress.”

Janeen’s mouth slowly drops open into an exaggerated O as she stares at me for a moment. And then I almost leap out of my seat when she lets out a convulsive shriek of victory. “Yes! I knew it!” she shouts, pumping her hands in the air, the contract flapping as she waves it around. “I knew he was into you – I knew he wasn’t buying you fricking horses for nothing –“

“Janeen!” I gasp, shocked at her and a little appalled. “He has not been into me this whole time –“

“Oh come on, Fay,” she says, cackling with laughter and giving me a look that plainly says you naïve little baby. “He has been into you since the moment he met you – you don’t get carried out of strip clubs on someone’s shoulder just because they think you’re a poor stray kitten who needs some help.”

I frown at her, crossing my arms defensively across my stomach. But…damn it. My eyes flick to the side as I realize I have no defense here – I have been aware of…something…between Kent and I. And it’s been brewing for –

“Seeee,” she teases, leaning forward and pointing her finger at me. “You know it too!” She grabs her drink off the table and takes a swig, falling back laughing. “Oh, this is the best! I fricking love being right.”

Frustrated, I inhale deeply through my nose as I glare at her and grab my own drink off the table, taking a sip. “Well?” I bite out. “Just because he’s…into me…” I flick my hand, skipping over the details, “doesn’t solve this problem for me. What the hell am I supposed to do?”

Janeen’s laughter fades a little bit and she considers me for a moment, taking another slow sip of her drink. I wait patiently, watching her, wondering what’s going on in her mind.

“Well, Fay?” she asks quietly, leaning forward a little. “What do you want to do?”