Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 101

Chapter 101

Brooklyn

I nearly spill my milk all over the hallway as I spin around to stare up at Aden.

"What are you..." he starts to ask.

"Shut up!" I whisper hastily, glancing back at the door. "They'll hear you!"

"They?" Aden raises an eyebrow and looks again at Hudson's door.

"Come on!" I hiss, throwing my shoulder against his side, trying to herd him towards my room before Hudson's door opens and he and his lover find us both standing there.

Aden chuckles at my wasted effort to get him to move-we both know I couldn't budge him an inch if he didn't want to go.

After a moment, though, he allows himself to be shepherded out of the hall and through my open door, which I press my back against to close.

I flinch as my lock clicks shut, desperately hoping that Hudson and Lucas didn't hear us.

"Well, little one." Aden smirks at me. "I didn't think you'd be so eager to get me alone."

"Would you shut up," I murmur, turning my head back to the door to listen, my milk and box of cookies still clutched in my hands. "I don't want Hudson to know I was listening."

"Listening, is it?" Aden says, not bothering to lower his voice. "Looked like you were doing more than that

I give him a dirty look, alluding to murder and torture and every horrible thing he can imagine if he doesn't shut his mouth right now.

I can see the laugher cross his face, but he puts his hands up, complying with my demand for silence. Suddenly, I hear someone open Hudson's door, take a few steps outside.

Silence for a moment, and then murmured voices.

Then, someone passes by my door.

hall goes quiet again, I

murmur.

evenly. "I don't like it when there are people in my home whom I'm unaware of. If Hudson is having midnight

pauses, looking at me curiously, allowing me

hold his gaze and slowly shake my head. "You're getting nothing from

purses his lips, cocking

Hudson is...entertaining someone? In his room? At night? While you..." he looks at the contents of my hands for a

am I," I toss back at him, speaking before I think

and walk to my bedside table, placing my snack

sensual note I'm not sure I've heard before. "Is that what you

I'm just...exhausted by

closing my eyes and

in my room from my fiancé and his lover, with my fiancé's dad who I

I thought he liked me! Not

It's all just...too much.

Then I look up at him blandly. "Visit all you want.

off the table and shove it towards him. "We can

and tosses them on the bed, taking

me, Brooklyn," he murmurs, his eyes on my mouth

back, letting him see that none of this is sexy. It's all just so draining. "Can you just

I watch him as he moves away from me,

takes a moment

my tired face, my rumpled hair, my lips still swollen from the force of his own pressed against them not so long

you think this is over between us..." He slowly shakes

and steps out into the

slump down onto

***

next morning I push through the door to the kitchen rubbing my eyes, still bleary from lack of

delivering my fresh clothes for the

at seven in the morning,