Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53
Brooklyn

Jayde gives me a tart little smack on the butt then, breaking my reverie and laughing as she hurries over to the jewelry box waiting on my vanity.

I give her a weird look and cover my ass with my hands. “What is with people today,” I murmur.

She laughs again as she comes over to me, standing behind me so that she can hook the diamond solitaire around my neck on its slim silver chain.

“You got the ring?” she asks, smacking her gum.

“Oh, yeah,” I murmur, walking swiftly over to my bedside drawer and pulling it open. I reach towards the back, fishing it out and pushing it onto my left hand.

When I look at Jayde, she’s crossing her arms and shaking her head at me.

“A million-dollar diamond,” she says, “and you shove it in your bedside drawer?”

“Um,” I say, biting my lip in response. I hadn’t even thought about it. I look around, wondering where else I should have put it—

“Never mind,” she says, laughing at me more.

“Jayde,” I say, taking in her vintage Juicy velour sweatsuit. “Won’t you please come? I’ll feel so much better with you there.”

“Ah, baby Brooklyn,” she says, coming to take my arm and give me a smile. “You’ll be fine. I’ve got a headache, is all—I’ll be more comfortable here.”

I can tell that something’s up. But she knows more about this world than I do, and she is her own woman. If she doesn’t want to go, I’m not going to push her.

“Okay.” I sigh as I head for the door.

“Wait, wait!” she calls, unzipping a garment bag and revealing a gorgeous cashmere stole.

“Oh my god,” I say, walking back towards it. “It’s beautiful—”

I’m abruptly very aware of the shortness of my skirt. I don’t break eye contact, though. Instead, I bite my bottom lip hoping—ridiculously—that I look okay.

I swear I hear him growl as his brow lowers, his eyes locked on mine.

“Brooklyn!” Hudson calls, joining his father at the bottom of the stairs. “Wow, you look stunning.”

He gives me a big smile, and I start to move again, focusing on him as I come to his side.

“Thanks.” I give him a little punch on his shoulder. “You look pretty cute yourself.”

He gives me a charming, bashful smile, and I’m reminded again just how good-looking my fiancé is. Both of our faces turn to Aden as he snorts at us, gritting his teeth.

“Come on,” he says, nodding towards the door. “The cars are waiting.”

With that, we head out of the house. On our way to meet my entire family.