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.

how I've missed

of nowhere, turning towards a simple gravel drive

presses a button on the roof of the car and the metal gate slowly swings

then a barn comes into view. A beautiful barn, really, immaculately cared for and painted in shades of gray. Three little gables peak out of the roof and two little cupolas crown it, weathervanes at their

real 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

look at you and anyone could tell you grew up dreaming of

ask him what that even means, but I'm too happy to dwell on it. I scramble to unbuckle my seatbelt and open the

feed them? Do

an arm to stop me. "Let me take the

a double take. His expression, so often surly

pause, taking each other in. But then he blinks, walking calmly into the

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

second

life behind, but he still

as can

three of us walk through the stable to the last stall on the right, which

walks up to the open door and leans on the far side of it, nodding into

you

corner of the stall to see the most beautiful thing I've ever

I take another step forward and

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

shavings of his stall, looking over

sweep over him, his glossy mane, his