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.

wanted to run my hands through, to tug and hear her

already told you to come in, Brooklyn." I keep my

drops her hand from her hair and takes two steps into

kitten in

sweater on top. The green brings out the

reason, had it sent up

hair again, and I decide in that moment that I like it down better than up. I make a mental

prompt her again,

talk. About last night." She hesitates again. "Is

I sigh. "Go ahead."

wanted to offer, again, to help. In whatever

rove over her body

her blush from here. If I

deliciously-I feel a stirring within myself, watching her squirm, virgin that she is and then stands up

says. "I could council

to the papers on the desk as if they're more

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

I love to

into my head, she'll have even more secrets, leverage on me. Brooklyn shrugs. "I got into counseling because I want to help people. It's not

roll my eyes,

to help you-maybe you'd respect me more. Stop belittling

cock an eyebrow. Take away my favorite

offer, Brooklyn," I tell her. "But