Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 104

Chapter 104
Aden

Without hesitating, I pull a pen from a cup on my desk and slide it across the desk to Brooklyn.

Hudson tries to grab it, but she swats his hand away, snagging the pen and hastily signing her name to the bottom of the fourth page.

“Brooklyn,” Hudson exclaims, putting his head in his hands. “What did you just do—”

“It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, Hudson,” she says matter of factly. “A way to help my family, to stand on my own two feet. And you and I—we can still be…” she hesitates.

She shakes her head, not able to get the words out.

But when she turns to me, her expression is grateful.

“Thank you, Aden,” she says, her words sounding genuine. “I’ll do everything I can.”

Hudson pushes his chair back hard as he gets to his feet, storming towards the door.

“I’ll never forgive you for this, Dad,” he says, staring at me hard as he yanks the door open. “She was the only one I had on my side, and you took her from me.”

As much as I know this is all just business, I feel the smallest tinge in my heart for Hudson.

My son has never really had anyone who understood him. Certainly not me.

But for a while, he had Brooklyn.

Brooklyn lowers her eyes as Hudson slams the door shut behind him.

“Don’t,” I tell her, my voice soft.

She looks up at me, confused.

“Don’t let him make you feel bad for doing what’s right for you,” I tell her. “You made the right choice. And I’ll take care of you. I won’t let you get hurt.”

She nods in agreement. But still, she seems hesitant.

“Besides,” I continue, producing a second document from the top drawer of the desk. “We’re not finished with our business today.”

Brooklyn frowns, leaning forward and picking up the document. She glances over it, confused.

“This is an NDA. What’s it for?” she asks, looking up at me.

“It’s a contract,” I explain. “For an additional service I’d like you to perform. One that will be…quite lucrative.”

She returns her eyes to the contract, blinking in shock at the large number that’s printed on the second page.

“What—what for?” she asks, meeting his eyes again. “What do you want me to do?”

I place my hands evenly on the desk, bringing my face closer to hers.

“I want you to be my mistress.”

Brooklyn goes stock still, like she’s unable to move or react.

I hold her eyes and then rove lower, to her mouth, her breasts, her legs crossed neatly in the chair, before dragging slowly back to her face.

“And I’m willing to pay handsomely for the privilege.”