Filed To Story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
Janeen’s mouth slowly drops open into an exaggerated O as she stares at me for a moment. And then I almost leap out of my seat when she lets out a convulsive shriek of victory. “Yes! I knew it!” she shouts, pumping her hands in the air, the contract flapping as she waves it around. “I knew he was into you I knew he wasn’t buying you fricking horses for nothing ”
“Janeen!” I gasp, shocked at her and a little appalled. “He has not been into me this whole time ”
“Oh come on, Fay,” she says, cackling with laughter and giving me a look that plainly says you naïve little baby. “He has been into you since the moment he met you you don’t get carried out of strip clubs on someone’s shoulder just because they think you’re a poor stray kitten who needs some help.”
I frown at her, crossing my arms defensively across my stomach. But…damn it. My eyes flick to the side as I realize I have no defense here I have been aware of…something…between Kent and I. And it’s been brewing for
“Seeee,” she teases, leaning forward and pointing her finger at me. “You know it too!” She grabs her drink off the table and takes a swig, falling back laughing. “Oh, this is the best! I fricking love being right.”
Frustrated, I inhale deeply through my nose as I glare at her and grab my own drink off the table, taking a sip. “Well?” I bite out. “Just because he’s…into me…” I flick my hand, skipping over the details, “doesn’t solve this problem for me. What the hell am I supposed to do?”
Janeen’s laughter fades a little bit and she considers me for a moment, taking another slow sip of her drink. I wait patiently, watching her, wondering what’s going on in her mind.
“Well, Fay?” she asks quietly, leaning forward a little. “What do you want to do?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, hesitating and shrinking away from her a little, not liking the clever gleam in her eyes.
“I meannnn,” she says, smirking and drawing out the word. “Do you want to fuck him too?”
My mouth falls open and I blush terribly, making her dissolve into laughter again.
“You totally do!” she shouts, holding her drink up in triumph. “I knew it I fucking knew it Fay ”
“Janeen!” I cry, kicking her sharply this time, but she just kicks me back. “Would you take this seriously?” I beg, and she calms down when she sees the very real worry on my face. She takes a deep breath, clearly working hard to contain her glee and look at me seriously, letting me continue.
“Janeen,” I mutter, looking down into my glass and feeling just as overwhelmed and upset and ashamed as I felt in Kent’s office. “I can’t I can’t be his whore I would never ”
“Whoa, whoa,” Janeen says, leaning forward and putting a hand on top of mine. “Who said whore, Fay? Did he call you a whore?”
I shake my head no, still looking down into my drink. “No, he said mistress or girlfriend with financial incentives but isn’t it the same ”
“Baby,” Janeen murmurs kindly, interrupting me and coming close to slide an arm around my shoulders. I stop talking and look at her, desperately wanting her advice. She looks fondly at me and taps her near-empty glass against my full one. “Come on, put that down the hatch,” she says, nodding towards my drink. “Then I’ll pour you another and talk you through this.”
I nod and she watches fondly as I drain my glass, smirking at the little shudder that passes through me. “Good girl,” she murmurs, giving me a squeeze. “Come on you came to the right place. Big sis will fix everything.”
Janeen seats me at the kitchen table while she fixes us both another drink. When she slides into the seat across from me, her face is gentler and more considerate than it was before. I sigh, grateful for it Janeen has always teased me, and I don’t really care about that, but this is the big sister I came to see. The one who I know has my back through anything.
“Fay,” she starts gently. “Does this contract make you feel like a whore?”
“Um,” I hesitate, awkward, but really considering her question. “I guess…that was my knee jerk reaction? That he was asking me to be his whore, to pay me for sex?”
“And would that be a…bad thing?” she asks carefully, her hands wrapped around her drink. “To be paid for sex?”
I blush as I look away from my sister, realizing that I might have done something very wrong here. I mean, my sister doesn’t get paid to have sex with people at least, I don’t think she does but she’s certainly in an industry that has no shame about taking men’s money in exchange for turning them on.
“It’s okay, Fay,” Janeen encourages me softly. “You can tell me what you think, you won’t hurt my feelings.”
“Well,” I reply, turning back to her. “I guess no, I don’t think it’s a bad thing. I don’t have any problem with sex work, as long as women are respected when they do it and aren’t exploited. I’m just not sure that it’s something I’ve ever imagined myself doing.” I look down at my drink, feeling a little ashamed and not quite knowing why.
“To begin,” Janeen declares, her voice soft, “I don’t think that this is sex work. I don’t think Kent is asking you to be a hooker. That’s a much more defined arrangement sex exclusively in exchange for money. This contract,” she says, pointing at it, “actually doesn’t say anything about sex.”
“It doesn’t?” I sit up and look towards it suddenly, curious. I mean, I hadn’t read it closely, but…
“No, Fay,” Janeen says quietly. “What he seems to be asking you for here is discretion. It sounds like he wants to be involved with you, romantically and sexually, but he wants to control the terms and he’d like you not to blab to the press or his enemies about it. And in exchange for your discretion, he’d like to give you, well,” she laughs a little here, running a hand through her hair as she stares at the number on the page, “a ridiculous amount of money. Like seriously, Fay, if you turn this down ask him if he’s interested in me because I would take half of this amount to ”
“Janeen,” I scold, frowning at her and snatching the contract away.
“See?” she quips, smirking at me and lifting her drink to her mouth. “You like him. You don’t like me putting his name in my mouth.”
“Amongst other things,” I murmur, glaring at her, and she laughs, taking a swig and returning her glass to the table.
“Fay,” she continues as I take a sip of my own drink, looking over the contract. “What it all comes down to is what you want. Because it sounds like you’re already deep within this world, and I think,” she gives me a careful look here, inviting me to tell her she’s wrong, “that you like it there. That you want to stay in it. Because if you don’t, we can pawn that gigantic engagement ring right now and get you on the next plane to Belize.”
I blink at her, wondering what she’s talking about, and then look down at my hand to realize that I’m still wearing Daniel’s engagement ring. I stare at it, shocked, and realize that she’s right right about all of it. That I could run, if I wanted to, but …
Damn it, but I don’t want to. A huge part of my knows that it would be the smart thing to do, but the other part of me…
I look my sister in the eye. “You’re right,” I say, a little grim. “I don’t know what it is about this world, Janeen. But I’m not ready to leave it yet.”
She shrugs. “I get it. I’m a stripper. Everything logical tells me that this is not a career path that’s viable forever, that’s not going to get me a white picket fence and the American dream. But honestly, that’s not what I want anyway. Baby, you have to figure out what you want.”
I bite my lip, looking up at my sister through my lashes, a little ashamed of myself as I finally admit to myself what I want. What I’ve wanted for weeks now.
Janeen steadily holds my gaze. “You want him.”
Slowly, I nod.
Her face falls a little with sadness and worry. “It’s not…the easy path, Fay,” she says, reaching a hand across the table and taking mine. “But I get it.” She wrinkles her nose at me. “He’s really hot.”
I burst out laughing at this, squeezing my sister’s hand and pressing my other to my face, covering my eyes. “Oh my god, Janeen,” I laugh. “You have to stop saying stuff like that.”
“What!” she cries, laughing harder. “If he were really ugly I would tell you to go, but come on Fay, at least he looks like someone who is going to rip your panties off and ”
“Janeen!” I gasp, ripping my hand from my face and glaring at her.
“Oh Fay,” she says, letting my hand go and sitting back in her chair. “What do you think you two are going to do, play checkers?” She rolls her eyes again.
I sigh, ignoring her and sitting back in my chair, staring at the table.
“It’s a good deal, Fay,” she says, gentle again. “I mean, the way this is headed, it sounds like you were going to fuck him anyway. May as well get something from it.”
“But how do I do it?” I sigh, slumping in my chair and feeling defeated. “I mean, if I did decide to do this Janeen, I’m not as brave or savvy as you,” I shake my head. “I have no idea how to play this, how to make this world give me what I want. I’m afraid I’m afraid it’s going to eat me alive.”
I cover my eyes with my hand again, overwhelmed.
“I don’t know, Fay,” Janeen replies, and I can hear the smirk in her voice. “It sounds to me like you made the mafia king want to bone you so badly that he called off your engagement to his son and offered you a horse, a beach house, and millions of dollars just to get in your pants.” I snap my gaze up at her, again shocked.
She just cocks her head to the side and smiles at me. “Whatever you’re doing,” she says, raising her glass. “Maybe keep doing it.”
“Yeah,” I say, laughing a little and wrapping my hand around my own drink. “Maybe I can get a private jet next.”
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