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?

***

from the stables that afternoon, the house

head upstairs and turn to my door, I

sitting on the ground, propped against it, a black

my door, shutting it briskly behind me. Then, I turn to the bed and carry my gift

I open the box, I see that there's no bomb in it but...my breath ratchets up anyway as I lay my eyes on something

box, and one note.

date, and then

by midnight. I'll come and find

the note, my knees going to

take a deep breath, trying to lean back on Jolie's teachings. After all, I knew this was coming-I signed

do I want to skitter away like

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

and get back to business. Because it was

lift the first garment out of the

my eyes go wide and

so skimpy it wouldn't be out of place in the

on the side, the absolute bare scrap of fabric

I glance

en

isn't even the

DUMS

look back and forth between

lace panties that are still in the box and the slinky grey dress in

figure out that Aden is sending me out

Jolie would wear on the

quite quickly to anger and to steely determination, though-faster than it has

the dress, realizing what Aden

territory. Making sure

stalking into the bathroom. "You want me to go on this date looking like your hooker? No

make him pay

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

the reality of standing up

I plan in my head,