Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 43

Chapter Brooklyn

43

Aden stands above me, waiting for me to put on whatever is in the mystery box. He looks distracted and impatient.

Confused, I lift the box into my lap and open the top, gasping a little as I see a pair of gorgeous boots. They're tall, nearly knee-high, and made of supple black leather with a delicate little buckle around the ankle.

"Where are we going?" I ask, my face lighting up. Honestly, I don't care where we go, as long as it's somewhere else. "Is Hudson coming, too?"

"You'll see," Aden says, turning and heading towards the garage. I'm not even sure what part of my question he is answering. "Meet me by the car when you're ready."

I quickly pull on my socks, not caring that it will ruin my pedicure, and then tug the boots on as quick as I can. When I finally get them on, they fit perfectly.

As usual, Aden has guessed my size down to the centimeter.

I admire the boots for a moment and then spring to my feet, heading to the car.

There is no Hudson. As Aden drives us in silence to wherever we're going, I think about how this is the first time we have been truly alone in weeks.

Since he threatened me in my bedroom, made those accusations about my desires.

I try to put that aside. He's taking me out, after all!

Now, I note the subtle smile playing on his lips, and wonder what he's up to.

about fifteen out of the city now. Oh how I've missed the sight

like the middle of nowhere, turning towards a simple gravel drive

the car and the metal gate slowly swings open. I look closely, but I can't see

a slight rise, and then a barn comes into view. A beautiful barn, really, immaculately cared for

draw. In a series of pastures beyond the barn, my eyes can just barely see a

"Horses!" I breathe.

car into a parking spot next to

he says. "One look at you and anyone

to ask him what that even means, but I'm too happy to dwell on it. I scramble to unbuckle my seatbelt and open the door at once. My words fall over each other in my

I feed them? Do they have

can dash into the barn, Aden holds out an arm

eyes, I do a double take. His expression, so often

both pause, taking each other in. But then he blinks, walking calmly into the barn. I follow closely

approaches. He's dressed almost like a cowboy, with jeans tucked into Western boots and

only a second to realize

that life behind, but he still has

for you, gentle as can

the stable to the last stall on the right,

leans on the far side of it,

do you think?" he

peak around the corner of the stall to see the most beautiful

breathe as I take another step forward and cover my mouth with my fingertips, just staring at

me, an Arabian by the arch of his neck and the height at which

of his stall, looking

mane, his wide and gentle eye.