Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 0031

“Kent doesn’t use this place anymore,” she says, “but I organized it a while ago. I thought it was better

like this than everything just in boxes. This way if he needs to look through anything, he’s got a place to

sit.”

“He’s lucky to have your help,” I murmur, looking around. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“That’s all old family stuff,” Fiona says, waving her hand at the far wall, “but this,” she leads me over to

a corner with stacks of magazines and VHS tapes. “This is what I wanted to show you.”

Fiona picks up a stack of magazines and plops them in my hand. I glance at them, curious, and then

realize that they’re all Playboys. I gasp and almost drop them, eliciting another laugh from Fiona.

“You see what I mean, baby Fay?” she says, adding another bunch to the stack in my hand. “You’re

just a little too uptight about this sort of thing,” she says. “It’s just sex. I thought if you came down here,

explored a little,” she raises a suggestive eyebrow at me, “that maybe you’d get a little…inspiration. For

you and Daniel.”

My mouth falls open in surprise. Is that what Fiona thinks our problem is? I have to stop myself from

laughing.

“Um, thank you,” I say, blushing again, “but –“

“No buts!” she says, taking me by the shoulders and settling me into the leather chair. “Listen, I’m going

to leave you down here by yourself, so just go ahead and explore,” she says.

“There’s lots of VHS tapes up there,” she continues, gesturing towards the corner where she found the

magazines, “if movies are more your thing. Stay for as long as you want – nobody is going to bother

you here!”

I sigh as I find myself alone in the room, staring at the stack of porn in my lap. What the hell was I doing

here? This is so not my thing.

But, well. I have to admit I’m curious about this crazy porn stash. And It’s not like there’s anything else

to do. I flick through a couple of the magazines – they’re super old, definitely before Kent’s time - and

wonder who collected them in the first place.

Bored with that, I wander over to the stack of movies, laughing a little at the titles.

Busty Co-Eds and their Punishing Professors

Street Skanks in 3D.

What the hell was this crap?

A few of the tapes are unlabeled in black plastic boxes. Curious, I reach up and take one down. When I

open the box, the VHS inside also doesn’t have any writing on it. Maybe a home video, put over here

by mistake?

Curious, I take it over to the waiting VCR and pop it in, rewinding to the start. Then I sit back in the

chair and press play on the remote.

It is indeed a home video. The room being recorded is empty, though I can see a bed in a pretty room

with two windows behind it. Frowning, I lean forward. Those windows look a lot like the ones in my –

I gasp, then, as a woman walks naked onto the screen. She lays herself down on the bed, looking

offscreen at the person who must have turned on the video recorder. Then, laying on her back, she

slowly lets her knees drift apart, beckoning with a crooked finger.

I stare, fascinated, as someone else comes on the screen. I slap my hand across my mouth when I

realize that he, too, is totally naked. The man crawls onto the bed, slipping a hand beneath the woman

to flip her over so that she’s kneeling down, her weight resting on her knees.

When the man positions himself so that he’s kneeling behind her, I get the shock of my life.

It’s Kent. I’m watching Kent Lippert’s homemade porn.

Mesmerized, I watch Kent reach down to touch himself. The woman is in the way – I can’t see any

details – but I can tell he’s hard and ready for her. He gives her a loud smack on the ass and, as she

gives a little yelp, plunges himself inside her, grabbing her by the hips.

The woman’s mouth opens in a gasp that turns into a moan, and suddenly she’s saying his name –

I lean forward, fascinated, when suddenly the door next to the television swings open.

My eyes fly to the door to see my worst nightmare –

Kent is standing right there.