Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 194

Daniel pulls away from me, turning his back, but I can see the tension in his shoulders. I wait, trying to be patient, but he just stands there – I think wondering himself. I clasp my hands together, considering that…maybe he just doesn’t know.

I’m still waiting for Daniel to turn back to me when the door opens and I jump a little bit, turning to look at Kent standing suddenly in the doorway.

“What the hell are you two doing,” he demands, “you’re not even dressed!” he exclaims, gesturing towards my pajamas. Then he looks at Daniel and scoffs at him, “your tie,” he mutters, stepping forward to do it himself. “Why can’t either of you tie a tie –“

“I can do it,” Daniel complains, the hint of a little boy’s whine in his protest, and I smirk as I hurry to the bathroom where my dress is hanging next to the shower. I put it there to let the steam unwind any last wrinkles.

“Fay!” Kent shouts after me, tense, as I peel my pajamas off and begin to slip on the dress. “You have about twenty seconds!”

“I’m coming!” I shout back, smirking a little as I pull the dress over my head and zip it halfway up my back, unable to reach any further. Then I hurry back out into my bedroom. “Can one of you…” I say when I’m back in the room, walking swiftly over to them and holding up the front of the dress with my hand. Then I turn and indicate the zipper, looking over my shoulder at them.

Both Kent and Daniel step forward to do the job but, realizing it simultaneously, they both stop and glare at each other. I can’t help the laugh that bursts out of me at this. “Seriously!” I say, turning my head away and shaking it. “It’s just a zipper!”

But then there’s the warmth of a body close behind me and I feel a tug at the fabric of the dress as someone zips me up. When I turn, I’m surprised to see Kent standing close. He stays there for a second – perhaps a second too long, from Daniel’s perspective, since Daniel angrily clears his throat.

Kent steps back, then, and looks me over from head to toe. “Shoes?” he asks, slipping his hands into his pockets.

I nod and spin around, looking for them, and I hear a little frustrated sigh come from Kent’s direction.