Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 41 

“Come on, baby Fay,” she says with a smile. “Let’s go have a 

drink.” 

I shrug, not hating the idea, and let Fiona help me out of the 

wedding gown. After I change, I follow her through the kitchen 

and out into a beautiful little garden I didn’t know was here. 

“Oh wow,” I say, looking around. “It’s beautiful out here.” 

It really is. There’s a full grill and wet bar pressed up against the 

house. Next to it is a stone patio with a hand–carved wooden 

table covered by a tall pergola that has grape vines curling all 

around it. The whole area is surrounded by tall hedges, keeping 

out prying eyes. 

Fiona bends down to remove a bottle of wine from the fridge and pops it open, filling two delicate glasses that she takes down from the rack above the sink. I sit down at the table as she brings the 

glasses over. 

“This is Kent’s latest vintage,” she says as I raise the glass to my lips. The wine is dry, but I feel a little bit of bubble against my lips. 

as I sip. 

It’s delicious. As I peer at it in the glass, I suddenly realize 

something. “Wait, has Kent been the one sending the clothes up 

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to my room? The ones I wear everyday?” 

Fiona shrugs. “Probably. He has my wardrobe restocked every 

couple of months, so he definitely has the stores on call.” 

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I stare at the door, then, a little appalled to realize that Kent has made me his little Barbie doll, dressing me up so that I look just the way he wants me to.. 

But behind my disgust at the idea, a very little bit of me…likes it. 

“It’s so nice to have a chance to sit with you one–on–one,” Fional says, interrupting my thoughts. “You know, have a little girl talk.” 

I smile at her. “Yes, I agree. I used to do this all the time with my 

sister.” 

“Aww,” Fiona says, giving me a warm smile. You can consider me your sister now, if you want.” 

I smile at her and nod. 

“So!” she says, leaning forward. “How are things going with you. 

and Daniel?” 

I press my lips together. I definitely can’t tell her the truth–I promised Daniel I wouldn’t- but, frankly, I’m dying for someone to 

talk to. 

She leans in. “Don’t be shy,” she says. “You can trust me.” 

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“Well,” I say, hesitating. “I mean, I really like Daniel a lot – but, I’m just not sure we’re meant to be. Romantically.” 

“Why do you say that?” she says, curious. “Is the physical connection just not there?” 

I hesitate, realizing that we’re getting a little too close to the truth here. 

She leans forward to whisper more. “Is he no good in bed?” 

I blush terribly then, biting my lip, too ashamed to admit that I have no way of knowing. And never will. 

Fiona stares at me and then figures it out, sitting back with a gasp. “You mean…you never…” 

My blush deepens. 

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