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 in

I think as I nod, then hurry up and out into the kitchen, heaving a sigh of

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

slides over

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

My phone must have fallen out in the weird porn

or Jolie ever called and I missed

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

hurry down the stairs and through the

and grab my phone,

its case, which I slide back on the shelf. There, good.

pause, unable to stop the vision from washing over me. Aden, naked and hard,

No, Brooklyn. Stop it.

memory and leave the room, quiet as a mouse, shutting the door behind

the hallway when I hear something

stop dead, terrified that I've been

no one comes out

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

stop myself, I consider the door from which the sound is coming. It's thick, made of iron, with

I can also see that the bolt is not

it's a mistake. I know I

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

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

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