Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 32

Chapter 32 Aden

The morning after the...incident in the hallway, I'm working in my office, but I'm having trouble getting anything done.

Though I'm not sure I could have prevented it, I'm angry with myself for falling apart like that in front of Brooklyn. And even more annoyed that of all the professions she could have possibly had, she had to be a therapist.

She had to think she might be able to help me.

I thought about the way she looked at me, her cheeks flushed, eyes concerned, hair messed up from dragging me, ME, through the doorway to her bedroom.

I wanted to take her in my arms and shut her up. Prove to her I was strong, that she was powerless to me. That I was not the powerless one.

I groan, throwing my head back against the chair, where I stare at the tree line outside my window until a knock comes at the door.

"Come in," I call, hardly paying attention.

The door creeks open, but no one says anything. Annoyed, I turn from the window, ready to tell whatever captain or guard is coming with a report to get on with it and stop wasting my time.

To my surprise, and slight irritation, Brooklyn stands in the doorway. I lean back in my chair my eyes roaming over her. What on earth could she want now?

"Yes?"

"Can I come in?" she asks, anxiously playing with her hair.

to run my hands through, to tug and hear her hiss in

come in, Brooklyn." I

her hair and takes two steps into the room, pushing the door closed

a kitten in a

jeans, a green cashmere sweater on top. The green brings out the cream

that reason, had it

decide in that moment that I like it down better than up. I make a mental note to tell the

prompt her

About last night." She hesitates again. "Is it safe to talk in

I sigh. "Go ahead."

In whatever way I can. I'm

my eyes rove over her body as much as

if I can make her blush from here. If I embarrass her,

blushes deliciously-I feel a stirring within myself, watching her squirm, virgin

mean, Aden," she says.

desk as if they're more

pushes, frustrated. I'm smiling again. I like these moments when

love to stir that

my head, she'll have even more secrets, leverage on me. Brooklyn shrugs.

roll my eyes,

able to help you-maybe you'd respect me more. Stop belittling me," she

an eyebrow. Take away my favorite

Brooklyn," I