Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Brooklyn

Jayde is not going to take no for an answer.

I stand up with her and swallow my last sip of wine. Then, I follow her back into the house.

Help me be the best lover anyone has ever known? How on earth is she going to do that?

And will all her expertise just be wasted on me in the end?

Jayde bustles through the house and I trail behind, following her to a door in the kitchen that I hadn't noticed before. She opens it and heads quickly downstairs.

The air is noticeably cooler down here, and we pass a series of metal doors. I slow my pace the farther we go, starting to feel anxious.

"What is this place?"

"It's just down here," Jayde says, not answering my question and opening the last door on the left.

At this point, I'm not sure what to expect when I walk inside, but I definitely don't expect a little study with a worn rug on the ground beneath a fine leather recliner.

There's a coffee table next to it and a large television. The walls are covered in media-old VHS tapes, magazines, books, photo albums stacked along the walls.

up like this

to have your help," I murmur, my gaze trailing over

far wall. "But this..." She leads me over to a corner with stacks of magazines and VHS tapes. "This is what I wanted to show

them in my hand. I gasp out loud when I realize they're

only laughs. "You see what I mean, baby Brooklyn?" She adds another

I know she's right. Of course I'm uptight. All of

Until Aden.

"I thought if you came down here, explored

you," I say,

shoulders and settling me into the leather chair. "Listen, I'm going to leave you down

towards the corner where she found the magazines, "if movies are more your thing. Stay for as long as you

in the room, staring at the stack of nudie magazines in my lap. What the hell

curious about this porn stash. And it's not like there's anything else to do. Besides, if Aden is the only one that can make me feel... the way I've been feeling, maybe looking at some

not on my

old, definitely before Aden's time and wonder

stack of movies, laughing a little at

and their

Street Skanks in 3D.

hell is

in black plastic boxes. Curious, I reach up and take one down.

on it, either. Maybe a home video, put over

the VCR, rewinding to the start. Then

video. The room being recorded is empty, though I can see a bed in a pretty room with two windows behind it. Frowning, I