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.

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

I murmur, my gaze trailing

me over to a corner with stacks of magazines and VHS tapes.

a stack of magazines 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

I mean, baby Brooklyn?" She adds another bunch

she's right. Of course I'm uptight. All of this is new to me. Until recently, I barely understood what

Until Aden.

me. "I thought if you came down

I say, blushing

"Listen, I'm going to

towards the corner where she found the magazines, "if movies are

as I find myself alone in the room, staring at the stack of nudie magazines in my lap. What the hell am I doing here? This is

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

know, not on my

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

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

and their

Street Skanks in 3D.

hell

unlabeled in black plastic boxes. Curious,

box, the VHS inside doesn't have any writing on it, either. Maybe a home video, put over here

pop it into the VCR, rewinding to the start. Then I sit back in the chair and press

pretty room with two windows behind it. Frowning, I lean forward. Those windows look a lot like the ones