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ave something to say about our relationship.
"You going to talk to her?" He asks me when Mom walks away.
I shake my head. "Not yet, maybe tomorrow. I'm not ready yet. I'm too emotional and mad at her. If we talk now, I'm going to say something I regret and things could get ugly. That's something I don't want." I love my mom, and I don't want there to be a rift between us. If I talk to her now, there very well could be.
"You shock me each and every time you open your mouth. You're not like most women."
I raise my eyebrow, "And how many women do you know?" I'm teasing him, that's one thing I don't want to know. I know he's not a saint, and I don't expect him to be, but I also don't want to know how many women he's been with, because knowing the truth is going to hurt.
He glances away, and my teasing has backfired. Great and now my mind is wondering about who he's been with and how many.
"Let's go in. I need to eat." I tell him as I turn in his arms, but he stops me, "What's the matter?" I ask.
"The women I've been with don't matter Mia. I'm with you." His finger reaching up to my chin to make me look at him. "Mia, since that first night, I've not been with anyone. I knew then that you're the one for me."
My breath hitches at his admission. "Hudson." Tears sting my eyes, God, who knew he could be so freaking sweet?
His amber eyes flash with darkness. "Damn, I really need to get you upstairs. It's been too long since I've been inside you."
My mouth instantly dries, "You've just been inside my mouth, Hudson, I'm the one feeling short-changed." I smirk, as he grinds his jaw. "I need food." I lie, but he's teased me so much, it's time to repay the favor.
"Oh, you're going to pay Princess, just you wait and see." He whispers in my ear, "I'm going to spank you so hard you cum."
I squeeze my legs closed, God, why does he do this? I'm like a puddle of goo when he says those things to me.
"Now, let’s eat before I forget you need to and take you upstairs." He growls as he places his hand on my lower back and leads me inside, he walks past the sitting room where both Harrison and Mom are seated and into the kitchen. He places the bag of McDonalds on the counter, he's been carrying it since we got out of the car, he went around the drive-thru because he wasn't getting out of the car and wouldn't let me go in by myself, I had to roll my eyes at that one. I get that he's macho, but there's no need to be over dramatic.
Taking a seat on the bar stools, Hudson reaches in the bag and passes me my chicken nuggets and fries. "Thank you," I tell him, and I'm rewarded with a soft smile, something he doesn't give very often. Usually when he smiles there's still that hardness to him, but not now, and I think it's my favorite look of his.
I take a bite of a chicken nugget and decide it's time to get to know Hudson, hell we should have done this a while ago, but better late than never. "Do you see your mom much?" I know that she's alive, seeing as Harrison and she were married when Mom and he got together, I'm actually shocked that Mom did that.
He nods as his mouth is currently occupied with a Big Mac. "Yeah, although I've not seen her in a couple of weeks." He tells me once he's able.
"Why? Do you get along?" I ask and pop a fry into my mouth.
His hand reaches out and touches my thigh. It's as if he can't be around me and not hold me in some way. I love it though. "She's bitter; I guess she has been for a while. She doesn't know what to do now that Dad's gone."
"How long were your parents married?" I ask and reach for another nugget.
"Just over thirty-two years." He replies, shaking his head.
"Were they happy?"
He laughs, "A fucking disaster, they shouldn't have been together. They argued day and night. They were miserable." He doesn't sound happy, and I'm wondering what I'm missing.
"But?"
His eyes raise in surprise, "You're astute." He comments and I smile at his words, "But, they were married, and they took vows, that's an honor they had to obey. Something that my ma took seriously. My dad on the other hand," He shakes his head. "As I said a fucking disaster."
I glance around just to make sure that no-one is eavesdropping, "Do you hate my mom for their marriage ending?" I saw the disapproval in Mom's eyes today, but Hudson's not once made me believe that he dislikes her.
He doesn't look at me, and finishes off his Big Mac before he answers me. "I don't blame her for their marriage ending." His tone deep and pissed off; he doesn't want to talk about this anymore.
I change the subject, noting that he never actually said if he hated Mom or not. "Is the club the only business you have?"
His body tenses, "Kind of, what about you, you're in college, what are you majoring in?"
Great, another question dodged. "I'm majoring in English."
