Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad
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.”