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.

the room, praying with all my might that Aden does not go back in to see what tape is

steps. "Don't come down here again. Do you understand?" Believe me, I won't, I think as I nod, then hurry up and out into the kitchen, heaving a sigh of relief. My knees are weak, and I feel

forward to going to my room so I can bury my nose into a very different kind of book, my hand sliding to the

slides

stop dead in my tracks, panicked, and pat all over my body looking for it. Then, slowly, I turn back towards the little door. I

phone must have fallen out

ever called

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 and

into the little room and grab my phone, which is sitting on

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

stop the vision from washing over me. Aden, naked and hard, pushing into the strange woman, giving her everything

No, Brooklyn. Stop it.

memory and leave the room, quiet as a mouse,

begin to creep back along the hallway

stop dead, terrified that I've been

no one comes

the sound again to my left. A

It's thick, made of iron, with no window. It has a bolt on the outside, like

see that the bolt is not

it's a mistake. I know

I know these things, though, I stare at the door. I'm consumed, something deep

a hand to grip the metal handle and then, my inner voice still

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