Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 120

It’s almost dark that evening when I pull up to the gates to Kent’s estate. I spent the day with Janeen, planning my next steps, letting the sound of her laugher and warm advice wash over me like a healing balm. I also let her curl my hair into sexy waves and exchange my slouchy sweater and leggings for a pair of tight jeans and a turtleneck, all black. She spent some time doing my makeup too, transforming me into the smokey-eyed femme fatale I felt I needed to be to take this next step.

The gates slide open without hesitation and I pull the car through. Instead of heading around the back of the house to the garages, though, I curve around the driveway and park directly before the front door. I take a moment to steel myself and then step out, looking towards the guard I know will be standing by the door at the top of the steps.

I don’t let my surprise register when I see that it’s Jerome standing there. Instead, I keep my face blank as I walk slowly up to the door and calmly hand him the keys to the Prius I borrowed that morning.

“Next time,” I say softly, holding his eye. “I’m taking the Lexus.”

He blinks at me, shock and confusion on his face, but I brush past, opening the door myself and leaving it ajar as I walk calmly into the house.

I head directly for Kent’s office, knowing he’ll be there. I don’t bother to knock before I open the door.

He turns his head, glaring, opening his mouth to admonish whoever is interrupting him, but he goes silent when he sees me standing there, my arms crossed over my chest, a set of papers folded in my hand.

I don’t say anything as I cross the room to him. Kent just closes his mouth, watching me as I walk. I hold his gaze as I stop before him, my expression blank. Then, slowly, I lean forward and place the signed contract on the desk in front of him.

“I’m ready when you are,” I purr, looking him directly in the eye.

Then, without another word, I turn and leave him alone in his shocked silence.

As soon as I leave Kent’s office, I head right for the kitchen, hurrying my steps. Janeen and I had planned every moment of that – parking at the front of the house, demanding a better car from the guard, delivering the contract to Kent and what I would say as I did it. But now that that’s all done I don’t have a script anymore and I feel my nerves coming back.

What I know I want is a big glass of wine to take upstairs with me, because I have a feeling Kent isn’t going to let this rest tonight and I definitely want something to calm me down before –