Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 45

Yet as every day passed, Kent felt his control over himself slipping, bit by bit. If he loses control of himself, he knows that he will lose everything. And yet…

It doesn’t help, sometimes, when she looks at him that way. When she half-lids her eyes and pulls her lower lip into her mouth. Like she’s holding back too.

Kent slams his fist against the table again, forcing his mind away from the thought.

What the fuck was he going to do.

At that moment, the door to the dining room swings open and Fiona breezes in. “Hey baby,” she says with a big smile, settling into her seat across from him. “What, you couldn’t wait for me?”

She looks up at him, then, and her smile falters. She can see, clearly, that he’s in a foul mood and she has to tread very, very carefully if she wants to get out of this in one piece.

“Wait for you?” Kent says, narrowing his eyes at her. “Why should I wait for you, when you are late?”

Fiona glances at the grandfather clock on the far wall and notes that, yes – shit – she was five minutes late. Still, she tries to keep it light as the chef comes through the door again, putting her own entrée and bread in front of her.

“I didn’t know we were on such formal terms in this house,” she says casually, trying a small smile. “I’m sorry, I won’t be late again.”

His eyes narrow further, and Fiona realizes she miscalculated. Shit. The right choice would have been all apology – no joke. She screws her mouth shut, looking down at her plate and taking a piece of bread out of its little basket, fiddling with it between her long-nailed fingers.

“Do you think,” Kent asks slowly, dangerously, “that I should wait for you? That as the man of this house, I should be at your beck and call?”

Slowly, Fiona shakes her head. “No,” she says. “You’re right, I should have been on time.”