Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 286

I wake up blinking to the chirping sound of Kent’s phone and I groan a little as I turn over in Kent’s arms. But when I look at his face, I grin to see that he hasn’t woken up yet.

Apparently he really does need his wake-the-dead alarm clock to get him up in the mornings, especially after a night of confessions. I smile as I take in the sight of Kent’s handsome face in repose. And then, slowly at first, I start to laugh as I take in the sight of him – this gigantic, fierce, scary man – wrapped up in my floral comforter, his feet hanging off the end of the bed that’s too small for him.

Even though the alarm doesn’t work my laughter clearly does, and Kent starts to open his eyes. Then, predictably, he glares at me. “What’s so funny,” he murmurs.

“You,” I say, pressing my body closer to him as I smile. Then I lower my voice, doing my best imitation of him. “I’m going to have to send you through the passage now, Kent. Very busy day ahead of me. Take your coffee and go.”

Kent smirks, giving me a half-hearted little smack on the ass before turning to reach for his phone, clicking the alarm off and turning back to me. “This is a lie,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around me again and again pulling me tight against him. “You’re not allowed to have coffee in your room, Fay. A constant supply of caffeine for you would be a danger to all society –“

I laugh, pressing my lips to his to shut him up. “But it would be so fun for me,” I murmur. “You should do it, Kent. Give me a coffee machine for in here. Just a little baby one.”

“Never,” he murmurs, laughing with me as he softly strokes my hair and looks down into my face. He pauses for a long moment, just looking at me, and I can’t help the wide smile that crosses my face as I look right back at him. Despite the fact that I spent half the night crying over him, I feel…closer now, to Kent, than I’ve felt before.

“Are we good?” he asks me seriously, his eyes flicking over my face to assess my reaction to his question.

“I think so,” I say honestly, looping my arms around his neck. “I’m okay. Thank you…for coming up here. For trusting me.”

“I’m still sorry,” he says softly, pressing his lips briefly to mine, “for making you think that I didn’t. And for…saying horrible things I didn’t mean.”