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.

this place anymore," she says, "but I organized it a while ago. I thought it would be better to set it up like this instead of just having

your help," I murmur,

leads me over to a corner

up 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,

baby Brooklyn?" She adds another bunch to the

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

Until Aden.

you came down here, explored a little, maybe you'd get some...inspiration. For you

I say,

the leather chair. "Listen, I'm going to leave you down here by yourself, so just go ahead

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

the room, staring at the stack of nudie magazines in my lap. What the hell am I doing here? This is so not my

have to admit I'm 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

on my

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

to the stack of movies, laughing a

and

Street Skanks in 3D.

the hell

black plastic boxes. Curious, I reach up and take

the box, the VHS inside doesn't have any writing on it, either. Maybe a

rewinding to the start. Then I sit back in the chair and press play

a home 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. Those