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. "I think...we're

know, Brooklyn," Aden says evenly. "I don't like it when there are people in my home

allowing me to finish the

my head. "You're getting nothing from me, Aden,"

lips, cocking his

night? While you..." he looks at the contents of my hands for a

I think about the implications of my

against the door and walk to my bedside table, placing my snack down there and

on a sensual note

just...exhausted by

forehead, closing my eyes and taking

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

I thought he

It's all just...too much.

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

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

cookies from my hand and tosses them on the bed, taking a step

eyes on my mouth again. "This

head back, letting him see that none of this is sexy. It's all just so draining. "Can you just go away? I'm tired. I

him as he moves away from

a moment

run his eyes over my tired face, my rumpled hair, my lips still swollen from

if you think this is over between us..." He

steps out into the hall, closing

slump down onto my bed, pulling the box

***

the kitchen rubbing my eyes,

delivering my fresh clothes for the day. There was no getting back to sleep

seven in the morning, needing coffee.