Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 103

Chapter 103 Brooklyn

The door to Aden's office is wide open when Hudson and I arrive, so we step in, still holding hands. Hudson pushes it closed behind us, and I spend longer than necessary looking at the dark wood of the closed door, remembering what had happened there only a few hours ago.

When I turn to look at Aden, I anxiously take a step closer to Hudson's side.

Is Aden seriously going to tell Hudson what happened last night? I hope, fervently, that he won't. Hudson would feel so betrayed, and I can't hurt him like that.

But Aden gives nothing away, standing there behind his desk, his arms characteristically crossed over the hard muscles of his chest.

My eyes flit over his body, and despite myself, I can't help remembering the hard contours of his form pressed against mine the feel of him hard and ready for me.

I gulp, dragging my eyes back up to his stern face, refusing to let my mind go there.

"Come," Aden demands, glancing towards the two chairs set in front of his desk. "Sit."

Hudson and I do as we are ordered, walking quickly across the room and settling ourselves in the chairs.

He gives my palm a little pulse with his fingers before dropping my hand, silently letting me know that we're on each other's side.

I hope that by the end of this meeting that's still true.

"We have a choice to make," Aden says sternly. "After Brooklyn's embarrassing display yesterday, I don't see any point in going forward with this charade of an engagement."

My mouth drops open in shock and I hear Hudson give a little cry of protest.

Aden holds up a hand, though, silencing him and continuing.

as if you have done very much

tense

can do better," I hear myself blurt,

I will spend more time together-we'll make sure

wondering, really, how much it will take to wipe the memory of

thought of

what I thought was a secret date, I have

I want? To be tied to Hudson in a loveless relationship when

then, too. Tied to Hudson when someone

answers, interrupting my train of thought, his voice

has been done. Your relationship is a laughingstock now. It's dead." He flicks

you a new bride, soon. One a little

blush, looking down at my hands, feeling terribly

date with Colsen-a little

his chair, "this can't be the end of it-I like Brooklyn-she's the girl I want to

done, Hudson," Aden

his desk. "Move on. I'll arrange for another date with

shoves the document in my direction, looking directly at

says coolly, and I'm surprised to

my relationship with the family means something to

you formally tied to the Kenwood family. Here is the offer I'd like to make you,

before reaching forward and taking

page through it, not understanding most of the legal wording there, until

as I look up at Aden in disbelief.

Aden nods.

of your childhood home with the deed immediately signed over to

clears his throat. "Plus,