Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0272

“Hey,” | protest, smiling up at Kent as he brushes a thumb against the underside of my breast. “I thought you wanted me to get up?”

“| wanted you to wake up,” he replies, sighing a little contented breath through his nose. “Out of bed is...harder.” “Fine by me,” | murmur, turning my face up towards his, but Kent sighs and loosens his grip around me.

“No,” he says, shaking his head and groaning as he moves away from me. “I’m already two hours late. If | get started doing what | actually want to do this morning, we won't make it to breakfast until eight.”

“Fine,” | sigh, watching him get up with a little pout. “But then | demand coffee,” | quip, looking around again for this miraculous coffee machine while | wrap the sheets around my chest, a little cold and not wanting to be quite as naked as | am right now if nothing is going to come of it. “Where is it?”

Kent stands up from the bed and I bite my lip and grin a little as | watch him cross the room in nothing but his tight little boxer briefs. Then, to my surprise, he presses against a little section of the wall that, like the back of my wardrobe, has a hidden magnetic clasp that clicks and then —

Chapter 272 My mouth drops open a little as the wall spins, revealing

a perfect little Italian coffee bar hidden on the other side, complete with an espresso machine, and a tiny fridge with cream, and perfect little white cups

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“Oh!” | say, my eyes going wide, completely charmed by it. Before | can think I’m up and moving towards it, clutching Kent's sheets to my chest and dragging them with me as | hurry

over. “Fay,” Kent sighs, “you’re messing up the whole bed —”

| flick a lightning—fast-eye roll his way and then reach out towards the machine, wanting to press all of the little buttons, my mouth watering a little at the thought of a nice espresso to start the morning —

“Don't touch,” Kent scolds, slapping my hand away territorially. | gasp and glare at him but he just laughs, putting a hand on my lower back and nudging me towards the closet. “Go put on something warm, Fay, so you can go back through the tunnel. I'll make you something for your trip.”

Alittle chagrined, but not really minding — Kent and Daniel's coffees are always better than mine- | do as Kent says and head over to the closet, dropping the sheets on the floor along the way because | know it will both piss Kent off to have his linens on the ground and to give him a look at what he passed up in the name of responsibility. As | pass into the closet and glimpse over my shoulder, I'm rewarded by the sight of Kent groaning and

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When | come out a minute or two later, dressed in a

Kent—approved pajama set with matching slippers, I’m rewarded. by the sight of my delicious coffee waiting in the hands of my very handsome...what? | look up at him consideringly as | walk over to him. My boss? My boyfriend? My lover? | smirk at the thought of the last word, feeling like that’s... too dramatic a term, even though it’s probably the most accurate.

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