Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 108

Chapter 108

Brooklyn

It's almost dark that evening when I pull up to the gates to Aden's estate.

I spent the day with Jolie, planning my next steps, letting the sound of her laugher and advice wash over me like a balm.

I also let her curl my hair into sexy waves and exchange my slouchy sweater and leggings for a pair of tight jeans and a turtleneck, all black.

She spent some time doing my makeup too, transforming me into a smokey-eyed femme fatale, giving me the extra courage I need to take this next step.

The gates slide open and I pull the car through.

Instead of heading around the back of the house to the garages, though, I curve around the driveway and park directly before the front door.

I steel myself and then step out, glancing towards the guard I know will be standing by the door at the top of the steps, who turns out to be Lucas this time.

I keep my face blank as I walk slowly up to the door and calmly hand him the keys to the Prius I borrowed that morning.

"Next time," I say softly, holding his eye. "I'm taking the Lexus."

He blinks at me, but I brush past, opening the door myself and leaving it ajar as I walk calmly into the house.

I head directly for Aden's office, knowing he'll be there. I don't bother to knock before I open the door.

He turns his head, glaring, opening his mouth to admonish whoever is interrupting him, but he goes silent when he sees me standing there, my arms crossed over my chest, a set of papers folded in my hand. I don't say anything as I cross the room to him.

Aden closes his mouth, watching me. I hold his gaze as I stop before him, my expression confident. Slowly, I lean forward and place the signed contract on the desk in front of him.

"I'm ready when you are," I purr, looking him directly in the eye.

Without another word, I turn and leave him in shocked silence.

As soon as I leave the office, I head right for the kitchen, hurrying my steps.

Jolie and I planned every moment of that-parking at the front of the house, demanding a better car from

the guard, delivering the contract to Aden and what I would say as I did it.

But now that that's all done, I don't have a script anymore, and I feel my nerves coming back.

I need is a big glass of wine to take upstairs with me, because I have a

and I definitely want

kitchen. Hudson's sitting right there, at our breakfast table, reading

up at me and

face.

away from him.

he says. "I'm glad

there's no reason we can't turn

up that contract and start again,

my hand from

looking at me curiously. "What

folding my arms awkwardly over my chest.

gonna..."

a slow step away from me, putting his hands in his

he murmurs, his voice worried.

bottle

as I scurry out the door, though I

as I hurry

trial of

pressing the door closed and taking a deep breath, closing my eyes as

know that I owe Hudson more than

and I didn't plan what I was going to say to

I have to do it-I have to figure out the best way to break it to him that I am leaving him

roll my eyes as I

damn it, this

across

a big glass. This was

courage, but not so much

a fine balance. But I drink the glass of

don't know if I'm going to be

back pocket-one that Jolie gave me this afternoon, one of her burners that she uses to

took away my phone when I first got here, but things are different now. I'm not his son's fiancée who needs

his girlfriend, but as his spy. And as such, I'm entitled to certain freedoms.

can give me a little courage. My stomach is all tied in knots. Brooklyn: Here now part

later, her

You've got

what you want. Don't let him

than