Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 281

It’s a gamble, those words. Because he’s never said more – has never told me, explicitly, that he feels anything more for me than just the mistress he signed up for with that stupid contract.

But I know. I know it in my bones.

And right now? He’s either going to admit it, or he’s going to lose me. Because I can’t do it anymore – not when I have it on good authority that someone is coming to kill us all sometime this week. The time for playing coy is over. He either trusts me or he doesn’t. We’re either in this together?

Or I’m leaving.

I’m not getting killed for someone who doesn’t trust me and can’t even admit he cares about me.

And as I glare up at him, and he glares back, I know that Kent understands all of it.

We stay in that deadlock for a long time, staring at each other, each waiting for the other to break. But neither does.

Until, to my surprise, Kent shifts his position and looks down at his feet, stepping his right foot on the heel of his left shoe and starting to step out of it.

“What?” I ask, confused, realizing that Kent’s…taking off his shoes? “What are you doing?”

“I’m coming to bed, Fay,” he snaps, looking up at me and renewing his little glare.

“What?” I ask again, still baffled as he shrugs off his suit jacket and hangs it neatly up on a spare hanger in the wardrobe.

But he doesn’t answer me this time, just sighs as he peels back the covers on the other side of the bed – Daniel’s side of the bed, technically – and sits down on the mattress, leaning back against the pile of floral pillows against my headboard.