Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 98

Chapter 98

Brooklyn

By the time Colsen brings his face back to where it started, I'm almost breathless.

"And trust me, you are funny," he says, surprising me by not kissing my mouth and instead pressing his lips to my other cheek instead.

I can't help but smile back at him, as he looks at me levelly again.

"And yeah," he whispers, smirking. "You're kind of a dork."

I laugh uproariously at that, tossing my head back and shaking with the laughter that pulses through me. When I look back at him again, I can see him laughing just as hard, right along with me.

I almost can't believe it, how much fun I'm having with Aden's worst enemy.

Maybe Aden just has bad taste in men. Because Colsen is a blast.

We both pull ourselves back together, Colsen reaching for the drinks on the bar and handing me mine.

I sip from it, staring at him, at his handsome face and the sexy pinup tattoo that wraps around his neck. "You don't think I'm a dork," I say teasingly, taking my sip from my drink. "Because you wouldn't like a girl who's a dork."

I lean forward, trying to bait him into coming closer.

"And..." I pause, not bothering to stop the grin that stretches across my face. "I think you like me."

"Really, Brooklyn?" he asks, leaning forward again to bring his face close to mine. "Did you just figure that out now? The Ferrari across the road wasn't enough?"

"No," I say, narrowing my eyes, my smile dropping a little bit. I'm serious now, not playing anymore. "But I thought...I thought you were just trying to date me for...for who I am. For the connections you would make, if you took me away from Hudson."

holds my

extra minute with you," he says, his eyes drifting down

in my hair, pulling me closer. This feeling I have with Colsen,

that I know he's a bad boy, and

stomach turning over with anticipation, and close my

But.

The kiss never comes.

change on the inside of

sunlight into the room as Colsen straightens on

Brooklyn," he murmurs, looking at the six guys in suits who walk into the bar, their eyes on us.

see us, then, and steadily walk

one at

breakfast, but I don't know his name yet. "It's time to go home

back my shot, flinching and wiping my mouth with my

guys, placing his still-full drink

having, isn't it?" he says,

ignore him, their eyes fixed

better go," I say, sad

his seat and putting a hand out to help me down, which I accept. "If he'd sent one,

six?"

a little, nodding in agreement, my eyes fixed on his face as I hop down

pleasure, Brooklyn,”

then by raising my hand, still in

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