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."

we live in totally different worlds. While 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

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

a bubbly personality, it's hard not to want to go wherever

I say, finishing my plate. "I've got some

rolls her eyes, scooping up her plate and mine. "You work way too much. Have

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

would be so much more exciting than watching all of these weak humans

moved on from the conversation now that Jolie

first got started in her profession, I wondered if it

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

as she respects herself, why should I

willful she-wolf, and I won't stand in her

at the memory, grateful yet again

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

iel

that Dad watches every night calls Aden Kenwood the Werewolf Mafia King-or just "the Wolf King sometimes, to appeal to the human demographic and pearl-clutchers. They are

his dirty

show him standing in front of a tech company in Silicon Valley, calling him

he's a great boss. Still another... God,

reports and articles about packs wanting to form

look through the results, trying to match what I'm seeing here

Jolie flops onto the couch, grabbing the laptop