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."

Just holds my eye

as mine now. "It started that way. But you are a surprise. Every extra minute with you," he says, his eyes drifting down to my mouth, "has made me want to do this more and

hand to the back of my neck, tangling his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. This feeling I have with Colsen, is it real? Is it a connection,

a bad boy, and

exhale, my stomach turning over with anticipation, and close

But.

The kiss never comes.

feel Colsen's grip loosen, and see the color change on the inside of my closed eyelids from purple to

door leaking sunlight into the room as Colsen straightens

walk into the bar, their eyes on us. "Looks like

see us, then, and steadily walk

the one at the front

guy I've seen a hundred times in Aden's kitchen having breakfast, but I don't know his name yet. "It's time to

my shot, flinching and

smirks at Aden's guys, placing his still-full drink back onto the

isn't it?"

men ignore him, their

grimace and turn to Colsen. "I'd better go," I say, sad

hand out to help me down, which I accept. "If he'd

six?"

laugh a little, nodding in agreement, my eyes fixed on

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say, fascinated by him, my words hardly more