Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Brooklyn

My heart is pounding out of my chest as I press the stop button on the remote as fast as I can.

I return my gaze to the doorway where Aden is standing, his, dark eyes boring into me.

Please, please, please. Goddess, let him not have seen me watching his sex tape.

"What are you doing in here?" he asks, furious.

"Um..." I swallow, terrified, hoping he doesn't pick up on the tremor in my voice. "Jayde brought me here. Said I could look through some..." My eyes dart around the room for an answer that is not porn. "Some family photo albums. And home videos."

He narrows his eyes, his gaze flicking to the pile of vintage Playboys on the floor.

"Family photo albums?"

I nod. He knows I'm lying, but I can't bring myself to admit the truth.

"She shouldn't have brought you down here," he says, moving aside so that I can leave the room. I

quickly get to my feet, flicking the power button on the remote so that the TV goes blank.

out of the room, praying with all my might that Aden does not go

head for the steps. "Don't come down here again. Do you understand?" Believe me, I won't, I think as I nod, then hurry

so I can bury my nose into

hand slides

in my tracks, panicked, and pat all over my body looking for it. Then, slowly, I turn back towards the little door. I definitely felt it in my back pocket when

must have fallen out in

to go back. If my dad or Jolie ever called and I missed it... I'd never get over

I walk back to the little door in the kitchen, pulling it open a crack to listen. I don't hear a sound. Tentatively, I put

I hurry down the stairs

back into the little room and grab my

case, which I slide back on the shelf. There, good. Now no

over me. Aden, naked and hard, pushing into the strange

No, Brooklyn. Stop it.

out of the memory and leave the room, quiet as a mouse,

hallway

terrified that I've been

comes

hear the sound again to my left. A kind of snap, and

to stop myself, I consider the door from which the sound is coming. It's thick, made of iron, with no window. It has

that the bolt is not

know it's a mistake. I know

I stare at the door. I'm consumed,

my inner voice still screaming at me to stop, I pull it open just a crack and

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