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.

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

slows in what seems like the middle of nowhere, turning towards a simple gravel drive crossed

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

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

charmed by the sight. But then I see the real draw. In a series of pastures beyond the barn, my eyes can just barely see a group of horses grazing in the afternoon

"Horses!" I breathe.

a parking

it," he says. "One look at you and anyone could tell you grew up dreaming of

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

I feed them? Do

arm to stop me. "Let me take the lead here, all

a double take. His expression, so

in. But then he blinks, walking calmly

his shoulders approaches. He's dressed almost like a cowboy, with jeans tucked

a second to realize he's

but he

gentle as can be. A real beauty," the young

us walk through the stable to the last stall on the right,

and leans on the

do you think?" he

corner of the stall to see the

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

me, an Arabian by the arch of his neck and

paws at the shavings of his stall, looking over at

eyes sweep over him, his glossy mane, his wide and gentle eye. And immediately,