Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 172

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I dash from the room, pounding down the stairs that lead to the second floor, my mind set on nothing but the safety of my room, my bed, my closed door- 

But as I turn onto the second–floor landing, I slams into someone coming up the steps from the house’s first level. 

“Whoa!” the person says, gasping in surprise and perhaps a 

little pain. “What-“. 

Frantic, I work to push beyond them, feeling and seeing nothing 

beyond the tears in my eyes that stream down my cheeks. I’m a 

bit feral now, like a rabbit doing anything it can to get back to my 

warren – I’ve just got to get inside, where I can be alone – 

“Fay,” the voice says, worried and stern. He grasps me by my 

shoulders and I gasp, looking up, shocked to see Kent’s face – 

But no, a face like Kent’s, but softer, younger – Daniel. 

– 

“Fay, are you alright?” he whispers, urgent. “What’s why are you wearing that?” 

I look up at Daniel, my mouth hanging open, not knowing what to say. My eyes flick to the door to my bedroom – there’s no part of 

me that wants to have this conversation now. I just – I can’t. 

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“I have to go,” I mumble, pushing past him. I hear him call after me but I ignore it. There’s a little guilt in me at this – I know that I haven’t been fair to Daniel in all of this – but the guilt isn’t strong enough to fight my panic, my fear, my desire to just be alone. 

I look once over my shoulder at Daniel as I push open my door, 

see him looking towards the stairs up to the third floor, putting things together. Does he even know what his dad has up there? 

Before I can see what Daniel does next, though, I press my door 

shut, leaning against it and closing my eyes, panting a little. The dark of my room washes over me like cool water and I feel my 

shaking body start to ease, my pounding heart lighten. 

I stand there for a long time, my forehead pressed against the door, my breath huffing hot against the white paint, my mind absolutely reeling. But as the minutes pass, and as I lean into the safety of my room, I’m able to start to put words to my emotions. 

God damn it. God damn it. What the hell just happened? 

I push myself up and away from the door, starting to put the pieces together. Flashes of it come back to me as I move to my bed, unlacing the corset and letting it drop to the floor. Kent standing in the doorway, looking at me like a wolf at his supper. Kent wrapping a leather cuff around my wrist. Kent pressing his hand between my shoulder blades and pulling my hips back against him- 

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Kent moving his hand, his fingers, down the slick center of me – 

I push my panties to the floor now, stepping out of them and standing naked in my room, my own hand drifting downward towards the place where Kent touched me only a few minutes ago