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And I’m so fucking late. The sudden chiding of my mother’s bitching fills my head and I still have to take a shower and become a sober, normal person within the next hour.
“Clothes, clothes, clothes…” I mutter to myself, searching the floor, only to find my white tee and shorts folded nicely on the end of the bed.
Neat freak?
Shoving that personality trait aside to figure out later, I quickly get dressed, throwing Hudson’s clothes across the room because I don’t have time to return the favor of folding.
Dick move.
However, I need to get the hell out of here and fast so that I can think of an excuse that’d make sense.
Whipping his bedroom door open, I sprint down the hallway in search of my shoes and try the front door first where shoes normally go, when I practically run into a wall—which is Hudson’s voice.
“You tryin’ to leave before I find you wrapped up in my bed?”
His masculine tone licks up my spine, sending a violent shiver throughout my body as if he cracked a whip against it.
But instead of pain, my flesh burns in remembrance of what he did to me last night in the hall I just sprinted down. The way he filled me and made me come so hard that I’m still reaping the benefits of the pleasurable ache between my thighs.
I slowly pivot because I might be a jerk for throwing his clothes around in his room, but I will not scamper out of here like an immature moron either.
And that’s when I locate Hudson sitting on top of his counter. Legs dangling over the side with a big mug of steaming coffee in his inked hand.
The best part…he’s shirtless. Permitting me every single inch of his chest that I didn’t get to see yesterday.
He’s not completely covered in ink, leaving some inches of tan skin to tease me with but, Lord, this man knew exactly what he was doing when he tatted himself up and toned himself out—he’d use it to overtake the world.
“I’m late,” I reply hastily, preferring to stay here with him over my sister’s wedding but, alas, family duties. Fun shit. Hudson stares at me, waiting for more details when I supply him with, “It’s Norah’s wedding today.”
He slowly raises his chin a bit when he says, “Ahhh…that’s today.”
“Unfortunately,” I mutter, running my fingers through my thick blonde hair, only to find it semi-knotted. “Where are my shoes?”
“Front door.”
I begin to spin to grab them, but he stops me with, “Who’s your date?”
I meet his green eyes again, finding them void of any emotion whatsoever. “Date?” A mirthless chuckle rumbles from my chest when he continues staring. “When the hell would I have been able to find one of those when you’ve been working me like a dog?”
Hudson has not only been keeping me busy at Rapture Ink but here. Working at his house and sending me out to grab all three meals of the day and random amounts of coffee.
“Don’t be overdramatic, Opie.”
“I’m not,” I argue back. “But I’m around you more than I am at home.”
That’s half true, half bullshit.
Hudson doesn’t have me come to his house much, which I’m grateful for because of Rory, but he still works me like a dog.
“Just keeping you out of trouble.”
Right.
Like the shit I got into yesterday, which was the most delicious kind of punishment I’ve ever received in my life.
Really great decision-making, Liv. Top-notch.
I turn on my heel, locating my Jordans at the door like he said. The man is obviously delusional if he thought I was going to be on my best behavior because he fucked me against a wall.
