Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38
Brooklyn

My heart is pounding out of my chest as I press the stop button on the remote as fast as I can.

I return my gaze to the doorway where Aden is standing, his, dark eyes boring into me.

Please, please, please. Goddess, let him not have seen me watching his sex tape.

“What are you doing in here?” he asks, furious.

“Um…” I swallow, terrified, hoping he doesn’t pick up on the tremor in my voice. “Jayde brought me here. Said I could look through some…” My eyes dart around the room for an answer that is not porn. “Some family photo albums. And home videos.”

He narrows his eyes, his gaze flicking to the pile of vintage Playboys on the floor.

“Family photo albums?”

I nod. He knows I’m lying, but I can’t bring myself to admit the truth.

“She shouldn’t have brought you down here,” he says, moving aside so that I can leave the room. I quickly get to my feet, flicking the power button on the remote so that the TV goes blank.

Then, dropping the remote, I scurry out of the room, praying with all my might that Aden does not go back in to see what tape is in the VCR.

He closes the door behind us as I head for the steps. “Don’t come down here again. Do you understand?”

Believe me, I won’t, I think as I nod, then hurry up and out into the kitchen, heaving a sigh of relief. My knees are weak, and I feel dizzy.

I head back towards the main part of the house, looking forward to going to my room so I can bury my nose into a very different kind of book, my hand sliding to the back pocket of my jeans to check on my phone.

My hand slides over smooth denim.

I stop dead in my tracks, panicked, and pat all over my body looking for it. Then, slowly, I turn back towards the little door. I definitely felt it in my back pocket when we left the patio…

Dammit. My phone must have fallen out in the weird porn den.

I have to go back. If my dad or Jolie ever called and I missed it… I’d never get over it.

On tiptoes, I walk back to the little door in the kitchen, pulling it open a crack to listen. I don’t hear a sound. Tentatively, I put a foot on the step, waiting for a creak. Nothing.

Then, silently, I hurry down the stairs and through the hallway.

I let myself back into the little room and grab my phone, which is sitting on the leather chair.

For good measure, I pop the VHS out of the VCR and put it back in its case, which I slide back on the shelf. There, good. Now no one ever needs to know what I saw.

But I will. I pause, unable to stop the vision from washing over me. Aden, naked and hard, pushing into the strange woman, giving her everything she wanted…