Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 247

“Wow, Fay,” Daniel says, making me jump as he comes to stand next to me. “I thought you were bad at hiding your jealousy this morning, but it’s got nothing on this.”

And I cringe a little as I look up into Daniel’s face. He smirks down at me as I realize how completely obvious I’m being. “Sorry,” I murmur, taking his hand.

“It’s all right,” he whispers, moving close to me and running a crooked finger softly down my cheek. “Everyone knows by now that you two had drama, so I think it’s not abnormal for you to look a little jealous when he’s talking to a new girl. But let’s not forget the goal, right?”

“Right,” I say, smiling up at him and tilting my chin up in a silent request. Daniel smiles at me before he bends a little, pressing his mouth to mine in a slow, lingering kiss.

“Crazy in love,” he murmurs. “You and me? Crazy in love.”

“Yup,” I reply, grinning up at him and considering that at least it’s not a hard thing to pretend. Because I do love him – not that way, of course. But Daniel’s my best friend. It’s not difficult to let everyone see that and throw in a few kisses here and there.

The next few hours are torture, though. Daniel doesn’t leave my side, of course, but the Russian dolls still flock to him, telling annoying stories and each giving him obvious compliments in their individual attempts to stand out, to make him choose one of them.

I sigh a little inwardly as I watch these girls flirt with my fiancé. I pretend to laugh at their jokes, but really I just wish I could simply just tell them to give up because there’s not a chance in hell that he’s actually going to go for any of us.

Because, I know, Daniel and Jerome are still going strong, even if their midnight meetups have been temporarily disrupted.

But honestly weathering the affections of the dolls is the least torturous part of the night. The most torturous part is that Ivan doesn’t say a god damn word to me. He doesn’t even glance my way, even as I watch him take the girl’s phone and clearly add his number into it. He doesn’t even acknowledge my existence as he skips out of the party two hours before the rest of us do.

I scowl the whole ride home, and continue doing so as I climb the stairs with my hand warmly held in Daniel’s, my mind turning over every moment of Ivan ignoring me until Daniel closes my bedroom door behind us and turns the lock.

“Fay,” Daniel says, and I look up at him almost in surprise that he’s there. He frowns down at me. “Are you all right?”