Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 187

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“Get up!” I shout, laughing and grabbing a pillow, which I start hitting him with. “I’ll see you in twenty minutes at breakfast, lazy.” 

Daniel grumbles his assent and climbs out of bed, stretching and yawning. I see him eye the white box as he heads for the door, and then he brings his eyes to mine, curious. I just shake my head. “You don’t want to know, Daniel.” 

“You’re right,” he murmurs with a sigh. Then, he blows me a little kiss, heading next door to his own room to get ready. He pulls my 

bedroom door shut behind him. 

As soon as he closes it, I move to my wardrobe, my mind made 

Even though I just said that I’d meet Daniel at breakfast, I actually have no intention of doing that. I pull some of my riding clothes out of the back of my wardrobe, as well as my shiny black boots. Then, I hastily get ready for my day, eager to get to breakfast before anyone else does. 

Or, more accurately, past breakfast, and to the garage. 

Because today, I have no real desire to hear what Kent has planned for me in that blue and white dress. Today, I want to do 

precisely what it is that I want to do. And today, I want to see my 

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horse. 

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Forty minutes later, after successfully evading everyone but Jerome, who I made give me keys to the car, I pull up to the stables just as the sun is coming up. I park the Lexus in the spot closest to the barn doors – the one usually left open for Kent. But today, I decide, it’s for me. 

I give some of the workers a happy smile as I rush down the aisle to Heathcliff’s stall, pulling open the latch to the door as I beam at my pretty boy. 

“Hey, handsome,” I murmur to Heathcliff, who gives me a happy little whinny and huffs at my hand, looking for a snack. I oblige him, pulling a sugar cube from my pocket that I snatched from the espresso bar when I snuck into the kitchen for just one sip of coffee before I ran for the garage. 

“Did you miss me?” I softly ask my horse, scratching his forehead and then working my way down his neck. “I missed you.” 

And.then I take the little box of grooming tools off the shelf at the top of the stall and get to work, brushing Heathcliff’s coat until it shines and braiding his mane. I take my time with it, relishing the feeling of having all day to do this, to do precisely as I please. 

But also, a little thrilled at the anticipation that…Kent isn’t going to like this. 

That I’ve defied him, again. Avoided him, again. 

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And that I have every expectation of seeing him later, all pissed off 

at me. Worked up into a fury.