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 instead of just having everything just in boxes. This way if he needs to look through anything, he's got

have your help," I murmur, my gaze trailing

waving her hand at the far wall. "But this..." She leads me over to a corner with

and plops them in my hand. I gasp out loud when I realize they're all Playboys! Naked women adorn the pages, their bodies in inviting, suggestive poses, their eyes staring directly at the

She adds another bunch to the stack in my hand.

I'm uptight. All of this is new to me. Until recently, I

Until Aden.

you came down here, explored a little, maybe you'd get

thank you," I say, blushing again.

"Listen, I'm going to leave you down here by yourself,

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 bother you

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

the only one that can make me feel... the way I've

know, not on

a couple of the magazines-they're super old, definitely before Aden's time and wonder who

I wander over to the stack of movies, laughing a little at the

and their Punishing

Street Skanks in 3D.

the hell

the tapes are unlabeled in black plastic boxes. Curious, I reach up and take one

doesn't have any writing on it, either. Maybe a home video,

the start. Then

empty, though I can see a bed in a pretty