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.

"Con!" 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 getalone." "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.

When the hall goes quiet again, I release my breath.

"Okay," I murmur. "I think...we're safe." "You know, Brooklyn," Aden says evenly. "I don't like it when there are people in my hwhom I'm unaware of. If Hudson is having midnight visitors..." He pauses, looking atcuriously, allowingto finish the sentence for myself.

I hold his gaze and slowly shake my head. "You're getting nothing from me, Aden," I say slowly. "So don't even ask.

He purses his lips, cocking his head to the side.

"You're not mad?" he asks. "That Hudson is...entertaining someone? In his room? At night? While you..." he looks at the contents of my hands for a moment, "...eat cookies alone?" "Well, I'm not alone, am I," I toss back at him, speaking before I think about the implications of my words. "After all, you're here, aren't you?" I push myself up from my spot against the door and walk to my bedside table, placing my snack down there and turning back towards Aden, my arms crossed.

"Am I your midnight visitor?" Aden asks, his voice taking on a sensual note I'm not sure I've heard before. "Is that what you want?" Suddenly, I'm just...exhausted by it all.

I put my hand to my forehead, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.

Honestly, it's past midnight, and I'm hiding in my room from my fiancé and his lover, with my fiancé's dad who I made out with earlier tonight.

Not to mention... Lucas. I thought he liked me! Not Hudson! It's all just...too much.

"Sure, Aden," I sigh. Then I look up at him blandly. "Visit all you want. Do you want a cookie?" I grab the box off the table and shove it towards him. "We can have a real sleepover, just like I did in Girl Scouts." Aden grabs the cookies from my hand and tosses them on the bed, taking a step closer to me.

"Trust me, Brooklyn," he murmurs, his eyes on my mouth again. "This will be nothing like Girl Scouts." I groan then, tossing my 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 want to go to bed." He surprisesby backing off. I watch him as he moves away from me, heading towards the door.

He takes a moment to consider me, though. To run his eyes over my tired face, my rumpled hair, my lips still swollen from the force of his own pressed against them not so long ago.

"But if you think this is over between us..." He slowly shakes his head.

With that, he pulls my door open and steps out into the hall, closing it behind him.

I stand still, staring at the door. Then I slump down onto my bed, pulling the box of cookies into my lap.

*** The next morning I push through the door to the kitchen rubbing my eyes, still bleary from lack of sleep.

A knock cto the door at six thirty-a housekeeper delivering my fresh clothes for the day. There was no getting back to sleep after that.

So here I am, at seven in the morning, needing coffee. Badly.

I make a beeline for the espresso machine and am surprised to meet Hudson there.

"Hey, Brooklyn," he says, handingthe cup of espresso he just made. I accept it gratefully. "How did you sleep?" I shoot the shot of coffee down in one and hand the porcelain cup back to him.

"Hudson," I say. "We have to talk." He puts a hand on my elbow, drawingcloser to him. "What's going on?"

"Last night," I say, leaning closer to him. "Whatever was going on in your room...yourdad." Hudson's face goes pale. He slowly looks around the room and then back atwith a level gaze, looking so much like his dad in this moment that chills run up my spine.

"What does he know?" wn I freeze, realizing something very suddenly that I hadn't thought of before.

That what I'm about to say to Hudson...it's leverage.

That this is the sort of information that these wolves trade on that they hold over each other's heads, that they use to keep each other in ۰۷۹ check. ne

And if I wanted to, I could use it against Hudson to get something that I want. That could enter this gof chess that they're all playing around me. Stop being a pawn and beca real player.

But the real question is, do I enter the gat Hudson's expense?