I Don't Mix Business with Pleasure

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷

𝓕𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮

Last night was a blur like last weekend. Yet I remember all of the things I'd prefer to have forgotten. It's 10:00 a.m., and we're both very hungover. Hudson ended up staying the night with me. By the time I was ready for bed, he had no use going home. It was way too late.

"Hang on, Landon is calling me," Hudson says as we sit on the couch. We pause our conversation and the room goes quiet.

"What's up?" he asks, putting him on speaker.

"I'm going to kill Dad. I swear to god, Hud."

Did he just call him, Hud? I purse my lips to prevent myself from laughing.
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"Now why do you want to kill Dad?" Hudson asks, rolling his eyes.

"Well, it has to do with Florence."

I lean in closer to Hudson.

"Okay, what's going on?"

"Dad has decided to be the lovely man he is and is getting ready to contact Florence. He's decided to pair her and me up and send us both to Paris for fashion week. I can't face her after last night. I was way too fucked up. I made a big mistake."

Sending me to Paris? Yes! With Landon? No. I try my best to contain my excitement despite the bad news that comes along with it. I also love that he considers kissing me a mistake. I see it as a mistake as well, considering he was only trying to hook up with me. What was I even thinking? All that made me look was easy.

"Damn, just you two?" Hudson looks over at me with a sorry expression.

"Yes. You know he loves to torture me. Dude, last night we kissed and she turned me down. Do you know how embarrassing that is? She did seem to enjoy the kiss though, there's no doubt about that. She didn't even try to stop me."

Hudson looks over at me, giving me a disappointed look.

"Actually, I didn't." I blurt out.

Hudson widens his eyes at me and mutes the call, laughing with me.

"Uh- she just heard all of that, you asshole? Wait- did you guys spend the night together?"

"I didn't know you'd say anything like that. Can't blame me. And yeah, we did." Hudson laughs.

"Like you said, we were both fucked up and made a mistake. Do you think if I had been sober, I would have kissed you? I regret it too, believe me." I say.

"I'm hanging up. You're such a dick for this, Hudson." the call ends and he looks over at me and starts laughing.

"Okay, I feel kind of mean for that," I admit.

"Don't! He's an asshole and deserved that. I personally think it was hilarious."

"Fuck, your dad is calling me." I panic, debating on answering or not.

"Just answer it." he laughs.

"Hi, Mr Armani."

"Florence! I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No, you're not interrupting anything."

"Okay, wonderful. Paris Fashion Week is happening in two days. I would love to send you over there. Flight is paid for, of course, hotel stay, and food. You will also get paid for the job, that's if you decide to accept it. You will be staying for the entire week. I would like you to do interviews, and take photos. Get as much as you can while you're there. You will have free days to explore the city. Oh, and Landon will be accompanying you."

"Wow, Mr Armani. I would love to take you up on that offer."

"Wonderful! How exciting. I hope you don't mind me sending Landon with you. I feel like it'll be good for him to get away for a bit. You leave today."