Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33
Brooklyn

After my frustrating interaction with Aden, it’s a relief to see Hudson’s face when he opens his door a few moments later.

I push past him and flop down on his bed, groaning.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, coming to sit next to me. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” I murmur, even though I am anything but.

Aden is such a stubborn jerk. He portrays himself as this powerful figure, this mafia boss with Alpha blood, but when it comes down to it, he won’t do what he needs to do to save himself.

All because of some stupid idea he has that being vulnerable would make him truly weak.

For now, I push my feelings about Aden to the side and choose to distract myself with my surroundings.

The room is tastefully decorated in shades of brown and green that match Hudson’s eyes. It’s different than the rest of the house, like he’s made it his own little haven. Beautiful furniture, shelves of books, what look like expensive photographs on the wall.

“Is this what you do all day?” I ask. After all, he couldn’t be more different from the rest of his family. Who does he talk to? Who could possibly understand him?

Hudson shrugs. “Yeah, I mostly stay in here.” He nods to his desk, which holds an expensive-looking computer monitor and more books. “I keep busy.”

“Don’t you get bored?” I push, sitting up.

“Of course,” he says, laughing a little. “But doesn’t everyone?” His brows knit together as he looks at me earnestly.

Despite the fact that I’m not what Hudson truly wants, he certainly is easy on the eyes. He has the kind of body that clothing designers must picture when they make men’s clothes. Things fall off his shoulders beautifully, and I find myself staring at his neck.

No wonder I fell for him so fast.

“Do you ever get to leave?” I want to know.

“Of course,” he replies. “Don’t forget, you met me outside of this house.”

“So, let’s go,” I say, with big, excited eyes, even though I already know what he will say.

Hudson’s face gets serious again. “We can’t leave now. Not for a while. Not until things are more…settled.”

I sigh, disappointed, and fall back against his pillows.