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 love Jolie, but 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 cheap sleezy places, either, but really high-end ones where they respect her work as a

your body, get your blood flowing." She dances in her chair, showing us some of her moves, ending with a sexy flick of

personality, it's

about it," I say, finishing my plate.

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

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

leagues for shifters? It would be so much more exciting than watching all

now that

profession, I wondered if it

stopping Jolie from doing precisely what she wants, so why not go

why should I care if she dances in a thong or

I won't stand in

memory, grateful yet again for such

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 Kenwood" into

iel

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

dirty deeds

I'm looking show him standing in front of a tech company in Silicon Valley, calling him

a great boss. Still another... God, is that Brad Pitt he's shaking hands with in

packs wanting to form and make him

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

looking at?" Jolie flops onto the couch,