Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Brooklyn

Blood rushes to my face, and I know it has to be bright red. How the hell did she know?!

"Oh my god," she says, leaning forward, all eagerness. "Is he!?"

"No!" I protest, stabbing at my eggs more with my fork. "He's —"

Whatever I was going to say is drowned out by Jolie's roar of laughter.

Jolie means well, but she's not great at filtering her responses. She's always been over the top, and that's part of what makes her great. That she's so unapologetically herself.

But it also is part of what makes her not so great at times.

Like right now when I want to melt into the tiled floor.

"Come on, Jolie," Dad says sternly after a few moments of her laughing and watching my embarrassment. "I'm sure this young man is a great guy." He looks at me then, a little pity in his eyes. "Like she says, he's just a gentleman.'

"Okay, okay." Jolie wipes away tears of mirth. "I just want more for our Brooklyn baby! You deserve passion in your relationship, as well as respect and...book talk, or whatever you do." She shrugs. "I'm very happy," I mutter, finishing my eggs as quick as I can.

"Come down to the club with me." Jolie reaches out and takes my hand. I can tell that she's trying to make amends. "I'm not working tonight, and we can go have some fun! We'll get free drinks, and you can meet the girls! Plus, maybe we can find you some hot, sexy wolf or some broody vamp willing to...show you the ropes."

I've spent my life at school and coffee shops, Jolie has been a night owl, working at various clubs as an exotic dancer. Not cheap sleezy places,

she whines. "We'll get you more in touch with your body, get your blood flowing." She dances in her chair,

such a bubbly personality, it's hard not to

finishing my plate. "I've got some

and mine. "You work way too much. Have some

into the living room. He picks up his paper, eyes already on the sports section. He flips a page and

be so much more exciting than watching all of

conversation now that Jolie

profession, I wondered if it bothered Dad. But

from doing precisely what she wants, so why not go

had said, "as long as she respects herself, why should I care if she dances in a thong

She's a strong, willful she-wolf, and I won't stand in her

yet again for such

living room, I get on my laptop and open a search engine. My mind drifts to Jolie's idea that I should get more in touch with my body and my instincts. My cheeks grow red for what feels like the millionth time today and I find myself typing "Aden

iel

the Werewolf Mafia King-or just "the Wolf

dirty deeds

of a tech company in Silicon

great boss. Still another... God, is that Brad Pitt he's shaking

articles about packs wanting to form and make him their

my hands, passively starting to braid it as I look through the results, trying to match what I'm seeing here with the man I met

flops onto the couch, grabbing the