Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 110

Chapter 110 Brooklyn

The next morning, I reach over and grab my cell phone off of the nightstand, dying to see if Colsen texted me back.

I bite my lip, trying not to smile when I see that I have a message waiting. Eagerly, I click on it.

Colsen: So, has he finally let you out of your cage, Brooklyn?

Colsen: Of course I want to see you. Pick you up at 8.

My smile drops a little as I read the mention of Aden's name, and I sit back on my pillows.

It's not just me and Colsen's secret liaison anymore.

I drop my phone into my lap as I lean against my pillows to think.

I mean, it's never really been just me and Colsen, ever-Aden and my dad were always involved.

But that afternoon at the bar, during that gap in space and time with only the two of us in it, it was...well, it was really nice.

And, quite frankly, I don't like the idea that this is suddenly a triangle. Aden and Colsen, with me in the middle.

I want to have my cake and eat it too-to have both Colsen and Aden in my life, but to keep them in completely separate spaces when the reality is that I'm the pawn in their games, not the other way around.

Well.

At least for now.

I smirk and remind myself that I have Jolie in my back pocket, and that she's had loads of experience playing men against each other to get what she wants.

And she told me precisely how to handle something like this. If Colsen's going to bring Aden into it, then I'm going to double down.

Eagerly, I pick up my phone again and send off a quick reply.

Brooklyn: No worries, I'll come meet you wherever we're going. Can you send the address to Aden so he can arrange the car?

***

I come back from the stables that afternoon,

head upstairs and turn to my door,

box is sitting on the ground, propped against it, a black bow wrapped around it

shutting it briskly behind me. Then, I turn to the bed and carry my gift to it, placing it gently down on the

bomb in it but...my breath ratchets up anyway as

the box, and one note. I reach for the

and then

home by midnight. I'll come

murmur, dropping the note, my knees going

eyes and take a deep breath, trying to lean back on Jolie's teachings. After all,

do I want to skitter away

clenching my teeth. "Come on, Brooklyn," I murmur to myself, trying to say what Jolie

nose and get back to business. Because it was business, after all-I did sign

eyes and lift the first garment out

tough talk just moments ago, my eyes go wide and

a smoky-grey dress, so skimpy it wouldn't be out of place in the opening scenes of Pretty

on the side, the absolute bare scrap of

cover my ass. Then I glance back down at the

en

isn't even the

DUMS

look back and

are still in the box and the slinky grey dress in my hands, realizing with horror that

with heat as I figure out that

wear on

quite quickly to anger and to steely

at the dress,

marking his territory. Making sure Colsen knows who I really belong

stalking into the bathroom. "You want me to go on this

make him pay through the teeth

that's what I say to myself as I turn on my shower

of

goes quite as I plan in my head, does