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

again. Do you understand?" Believe me, I won't, I think as I nod, then hurry up

towards the main part of the house, looking forward to going to my room so I can bury my nose into a very different kind of book, my hand sliding to the back pocket of my

slides over

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

must have fallen out in

my dad or Jolie ever called and I missed it... I'd never

to listen. I don't hear a sound. Tentatively, I put a foot on the step,

silently, I hurry down the stairs and

let myself back into the little room and grab my phone, which

in its case, which I slide back on the shelf.

me. Aden, naked and hard, pushing into

No, Brooklyn. Stop it.

shake myself out of the memory and leave the

hallway

dead, terrified that I've been

no one comes out to scold

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

the sound is coming. It's thick, made

I can also see that the

it's a mistake. I know

these things, though, I stare at the

closer, reaching out a hand to grip the metal handle and then, my inner voice still screaming at

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