Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0030

“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 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.”

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,” Fiona 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.”

“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.

“Fay,” she says, looking actually worried for me now. “You’re not a…”

My eyes dart to her and I know she can see the truth there.

“Oh my god,” she murmurs. “You’re a virgin.”

I nod hastily and then take a big gulp of my wine. If we’re going to have this conversation, I’d rather be

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To my surprise, Fiona laughs loudly and claps her hands, tickled by the idea. “Baby Fay!” she laughs,

“you are too cute!” I can’t help but laugh with her.

When she finishes laughing she shakes her head at me, truly playing the role of a big sister. “So what’s

the problem, baby? Why haven’t you given it up to him? Are you scared? Shy?”

I shrug a little, not really knowing how to say it. “I’m not…opposed. I just…I don’t know what to do.”

“Well sweetie,” she says, finishing her glass of wine and standing up. “In this world, you’ve got to keep

your man happy. Let me help.”

I stand up with her and swallow my glass of. Then, I follow Fiona back into the house, not really

knowing what’s going on.

Fiona bustles through the house and I trail behind, following her to a door in the kitchen that I hadn’t

noticed before. She opens it and heads quickly downstairs.

The air is noticeably cooler down here and we pass a series of metal doors. I slow my pace the further

we go, getting anxious. What was this place?

“Just down here,” Fiona says, opening the last door on the left. I’m surprised when I enter it. It’s just a

little study with a worn rug on the ground beneath a fine leather recliner. There’s a coffee table next to it

and a large television facing the recliner. The walls are covered in media – old VHS tapes, magazines,

books, photo albums.