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.

it would be better to set it up like this instead of just having everything just in boxes.

I murmur, my

old family stuff," Jayde says, waving her hand at the far wall. "But this..." She leads me over to a corner with

they're all Playboys! Naked women adorn the pages, their bodies

what I mean, baby Brooklyn?" She adds another bunch

but I know she's right. Of course I'm uptight. All of this is new to

Until Aden.

Jayde raises a suggestive eyebrow at me. "I thought if you came down here, explored a little, maybe you'd get some...inspiration. For you

I say,

into the leather chair. "Listen, I'm going

tapes up there," she continues, gesturing towards the corner where she found the magazines, "if movies are more your thing. Stay for as long as you want-nobody is going to

stack of nudie magazines in

Besides, if Aden is the only one that can make me

know, not on my fiancé's

magazines-they're super old, definitely before Aden's time and wonder who collected them in the first

stack of movies, laughing a little

and their Punishing

Street Skanks in 3D.

the hell is

tapes are unlabeled in black plastic boxes. Curious, I reach

on it, either. Maybe a

VCR, rewinding to the start. Then I sit back in the

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