Page 20 of Secret Hudson

Right around now I notice he hasn’t had any yet. “Yeah. Why? Were you just fucking with me? Have you never actually had corn and tuna on your pizza?”

He laughs, then reaches for his own slice, leaning in to run his lips over mine before he sits back again. “Of course, I’ve had it before. More times than I can count. My mother got me hooked on it way back in the day. Some German chick she used to hang with always made it this way. Don’t ask me how she came up with the idea to combine the three. I’m just glad she did.”

I sigh internally. No need to jump to conclusions, Royce. Just because Ava has a mean streak doesn’t mean the whole world is out to get you.

“So, what’s on the agenda for the rest of the day?” Hudson watches me, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s taken notice of the mental spazzfest I’ve undergone in the last thirty seconds.

“Not sure. Hang on.” I reach for my phone and scroll down to the last text from Francis. She sends out daily messages containing our schedule for the day. Considering Ava is usually up my ass from morning to night, I don’t tend to ever open them. Guess I’ll have to start.

“Okay. Alright, radio show, did that this morning. Phone interview, did that. Lunch. And then, here we go, we’ve got a meet and greet with fans set up for five this afternoon. Nothing after that until soundcheck and then of course, the show tonight.”

Hudson is bent over my shoulder, reading along with me. “Who’s Francis?”

“Ava’s assistant. Why?”

He pulls out his own phone. “I’ve been getting messages and calls from her all week. I thought she had the wrong number.”

“So, you never answered her?”

He shakes his head, scanning the messages on his phone. “Guess that explains all the f-bombs.”

I grin. “No, that’s just Francis. She talks like that even when she’s not pissed. Although, you’re probably not her favorite person right now.”

“Hey, look at that. I got a schedule, too.”

“Oh good. Then you can keep track of where we’re supposed to be.”

He smirks. “I wouldn’t count on me to get us anywhere.”

“Why’s that?”

He begins to move toward me again, his hand reaching up around the curve of my neck, bringing me to him. “Because the band’s schedule is the furthest thing from my mind right now.”

All it takes is one kiss from that man and I’m prepared to blow off the rest of the day just to spend it engaging in what is definitely the hottest make out session of my entire life.

Ten minutes later, the door flies open, and everyone comes crashing into the suite at once, leaving Hudson and I to scramble off the couch and into more upright positions.

“Well, well, well. Helloooo Hudson.” Angel’s talking to him, but staring straight in my direction, his most ridiculing smirk coming right at me.

“Hey, Angel.” Hudson does his best not to act flustered, but considering he’s no longer wearing his shirt and is struggling to locate it, it’s a weak performance at best.

“No need to ask what you boys have been up to,” Ava says dryly as she strolls past the living room area, heading toward the kitchen with several take-out bags in hand.

“Anyone else think it’s time we have a vote on what is, and is not, permitted on the common area furniture?” Blaise, of course. The only one who isn’t getting in on the action is Derek, and I’m pretty sure the only reason he isn’t, is because he’s deep in conversation on his phone with someone else already.

“Yeah, we can vote. Just remember, the end result will affect us all, and don’t think we don’t know what you and Ava do outhere when you think everyone else is sleeping.” I catch Hudson glancing back at the couch, a noticeable trace of disgust lingering around the corners of his mouth. I can relate.

“And we’re moving on to other topics.” Ava’s back. “For starters, can anyone help Hudson find his shirt?”

Holy fucking shit. Is every amazing moment in my life always going to be followed up with immediate humiliation?

“Is this it?” Angel pulls the black bundle of cotton from the floor lamp near the TV and Hudson doesn’t waste any time reaching for it. “Thanks.”

“Great, now that all that hotness is covered up again - nice tat by the way - let’s have ourselves a little meeting so we can all get on the same page with what Hudson will be doing while he’s with us. Royce, I’m going to need you to listen extra carefully since you seem to have the wrong ideas about why I hired him.” She winks. Crazy bitch.

Blaise and Angel come to sit down, Blaise making a dramatic loop around the couch to the get to the recliner.

“I had my naked ass on that. Hudson was straddling me. There were cocks and balls everywhere.” Then I remember the expression on Hudson’s face when Angel first greeted him, and we were busted, and I instantly regret talking so much shit. I’m about to set things straight when I hear him, “It’s true. Cocks. Balls. They were all over the place.”

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