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."

flinch at that. Just holds

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

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, something that could

it just that I know he's a

my stomach turning over with anticipation, and close my

But.

The kiss never comes.

and see the color change on the inside of my closed eyelids from purple

open, looking towards the now-open door leaking sunlight into the room

who walk into the bar, their eyes on us.

steadily walk over,

one at the front

Aden's kitchen having breakfast, but I

quickly shoot back my shot,

placing his

having, isn't it?" he

ignore him, their

better go," I say,

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

six?"

fixed on his face as I hop

pleasure, Brooklyn,” he

me then by raising my hand, still in his,

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my knuckles, his eyes

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