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Authors: Gemma Brooks
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was eighteen,” he
said. “She spent every last dime I made as a child actor on her drug addiction.
I was too young to know how to get her any kind of help. I’m the one who found
her.”
My heart broke on the spot for him. No wonder he had never
talked about his family. I inwardly chided myself for thinking he had any type
of ulterior motives.
“Wow,” I said. “That must have been difficult for you.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “It feels like forever ago, but
in some ways it feels like just yesterday.”
“Okay,” I said. “You can help my mom.”
I could only hope and pray that by getting my mom the help
she needed, it would be closing an old wound of Hudson’s.
“Thank you,” he said as he kissed the underside of my hand.
“As soon as we get back to L.A., I’ll make some calls and handle all the
arrangements. It’ll be your job to get her out there.”
“Sounds like a plan. Now let’s get out of here before my mom
wonders why we’ve been sitting in her driveway for the last ten minutes,” I
giggled. “She probably thinks we’re making out or something.”
CHAPTER 13
The flight back to L.A. from Des Moines was long and
arduous. I had barely flown at all in my life, and the last two months had been
making it feel like such a chore. I didn’t know how Hudson got used to being
such a jetsetter, but it was something I was going to have to get used to
sooner or later.
As we pulled into his driveway several long hours later, I
just wanted to go inside and change into pajamas. I dreamt of collapsing on his
silky soft bed and burying myself in his luxurious covers. Some mindless T.V.
was in order, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would be out cold.
Hudson carried our bags in and sat them in the kitchen. He
slipped his arms around my waist and spun me towards him. He wanted to get
frisky, but I didn’t know how to tell him I didn’t have an ounce of energy left
in me. The last two days had been draining.
He kissed my neck and tickled my sides with his fingers as I
brushed my hair out of the way. I wanted him, but I also wanted to go to bed. I
couldn’t have both.
As his lips nibbled my earlobes I had no other choice but to
succumb to his desires, but as soon as I did there was a big splash outside in
the pool area.
“Did you hear that?” I asked as I popped my head up.
“No,” he said as he continued leaving kisses up and down my
collarbone.
“It sounds like someone’s outside in your pool,” I said. “Is
Flor working tonight?”
“Ha,” he laughed. “She wouldn’t be in the pool. And no,
she’s not working tonight.”
“Can we go check it out?” I asked. His hands were busy but
his mouth was even busier. His hands slipped under my top as he pinned me
against the kitchen island with the weight of his hips against mine. “I’d hate
for it to be paparazzi or something trying to take pictures of us.”
He stepped back, sighed, and nodded. “It’s not paparazzi,
but if it makes you feel better, we’ll go check it out.”
He pulled a giant flashlight from a drawer in the kitchen
and headed out towards the sliding door towards the pool. At first he shined
the light through the glass, hitting every angle around the patio and
waterfall.
The pool was lit up, but it was still plenty dark outside.
“I don’t see anyone,” he said. “It was probably a bird or
something. Now, where did we leave off?”
He walked over to me with a mischievous look on his face and
tugged me close by the band of my jeans.
“Hudson,” I whined. “Let’s go outside and look. I swear I
heard a big splash. It wasn’t a bird.”
He grunted and stopped what he was doing. He spun around and
slid the door
said. “She spent every last dime I made as a child actor on her drug addiction.
I was too young to know how to get her any kind of help. I’m the one who found
her.”
My heart broke on the spot for him. No wonder he had never
talked about his family. I inwardly chided myself for thinking he had any type
of ulterior motives.
“Wow,” I said. “That must have been difficult for you.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “It feels like forever ago, but
in some ways it feels like just yesterday.”
“Okay,” I said. “You can help my mom.”
I could only hope and pray that by getting my mom the help
she needed, it would be closing an old wound of Hudson’s.
“Thank you,” he said as he kissed the underside of my hand.
“As soon as we get back to L.A., I’ll make some calls and handle all the
arrangements. It’ll be your job to get her out there.”
“Sounds like a plan. Now let’s get out of here before my mom
wonders why we’ve been sitting in her driveway for the last ten minutes,” I
giggled. “She probably thinks we’re making out or something.”
CHAPTER 13
The flight back to L.A. from Des Moines was long and
arduous. I had barely flown at all in my life, and the last two months had been
making it feel like such a chore. I didn’t know how Hudson got used to being
such a jetsetter, but it was something I was going to have to get used to
sooner or later.
As we pulled into his driveway several long hours later, I
just wanted to go inside and change into pajamas. I dreamt of collapsing on his
silky soft bed and burying myself in his luxurious covers. Some mindless T.V.
was in order, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would be out cold.
Hudson carried our bags in and sat them in the kitchen. He
slipped his arms around my waist and spun me towards him. He wanted to get
frisky, but I didn’t know how to tell him I didn’t have an ounce of energy left
in me. The last two days had been draining.
He kissed my neck and tickled my sides with his fingers as I
brushed my hair out of the way. I wanted him, but I also wanted to go to bed. I
couldn’t have both.
As his lips nibbled my earlobes I had no other choice but to
succumb to his desires, but as soon as I did there was a big splash outside in
the pool area.
“Did you hear that?” I asked as I popped my head up.
“No,” he said as he continued leaving kisses up and down my
collarbone.
“It sounds like someone’s outside in your pool,” I said. “Is
Flor working tonight?”
“Ha,” he laughed. “She wouldn’t be in the pool. And no,
she’s not working tonight.”
“Can we go check it out?” I asked. His hands were busy but
his mouth was even busier. His hands slipped under my top as he pinned me
against the kitchen island with the weight of his hips against mine. “I’d hate
for it to be paparazzi or something trying to take pictures of us.”
He stepped back, sighed, and nodded. “It’s not paparazzi,
but if it makes you feel better, we’ll go check it out.”
He pulled a giant flashlight from a drawer in the kitchen
and headed out towards the sliding door towards the pool. At first he shined
the light through the glass, hitting every angle around the patio and
waterfall.
The pool was lit up, but it was still plenty dark outside.
“I don’t see anyone,” he said. “It was probably a bird or
something. Now, where did we leave off?”
He walked over to me with a mischievous look on his face and
tugged me close by the band of my jeans.
“Hudson,” I whined. “Let’s go outside and look. I swear I
heard a big splash. It wasn’t a bird.”
He grunted and stopped what he was doing. He spun around and
slid the door
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