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."

various clubs as an exotic dancer. Not cheap sleezy places, either, but really

flowing." She dances in her chair, showing us some of her

laugh. Jolie has such a bubbly personality, it's hard not to

finishing my plate.

up her plate and mine. "You work way too much.

and pat Dad on the shoulder as I head into the living room. He picks up

shifters? It would be so much more exciting than watching all of these

conversation now that Jolie is

in her profession, I wondered if

doing precisely what she wants, so why not go along with

herself, why should

and I won't stand in her way. Let her be

the memory, grateful yet again for such a

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

iel

channel that Dad watches every night calls Aden Kenwood the Werewolf Mafia King-or just "the Wolf King sometimes, to appeal to the human demographic

his dirty

standing in front of a tech

reviews of his many businesses, with employees suggesting that he's a great boss. Still another... God, is that Brad Pitt he's shaking hands

are reports and articles about packs wanting to form and make him

my hair in my hands, passively starting to braid it as I look through the results,

couch,