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

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

button on the roof of the car and the metal gate slowly swings open. I look closely, but I

really, immaculately cared for and painted in shades of gray. Three little gables peak out of the roof and two little

sight. But then I see the real draw. In a series of pastures beyond the barn, my eyes can just barely

"Horses!" I breathe.

the car into a parking spot

it," he says. "One look at you

I scramble to unbuckle my seatbelt and open

Do

I can dash into the barn, Aden holds out an arm to stop me. "Let me take

his eyes, I do a double take. His expression, so often surly and serious, is somehow... gentler?

in. But then he blinks, walking

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

takes me only a second to realize

left that life behind, but he still has one foot in

ready for you, gentle as can be. A real beauty," the young shifter

walk through the stable to the last stall on

on the far side of it, nodding into the

do you think?" he

corner of the stall to see the most

and cover my mouth with my fingertips, just staring at

beautiful blood bay gelding stands in front of me, an Arabian by the arch of his neck and

horse gently paws at the shavings of his stall, looking

over him, his glossy mane, his wide and gentle eye. And immediately, I know