Chapter 7

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After finishing the dance I hop down to confront Hudson. Walking to the back office where we could hear each other without all the noise I look back I see Hudson follows me and looks a little irritated. It could be that I may have made him wait a couple more songs before giving him the attention he obviously was expecting. Formally I say as I sit on the edge of my desk  

"So what brings you to our establishment Officer" I start Swinging my legs over the side of the desk trying to distinguish my nervousness. I try to give him a once over with out being too obvious. Good god he's gorgeous. And the familiar smell of cologne and Hudson's smell combined is intoxicating.  Being in this cramped office was probably not a smart idea. Its been proven me and Hudson's chemistry can be catastrophic. The tone of his deep husky voice as he spoke grated over my body sending little pulses to my core.

"Your way over fire capacity and the noise ordinance is in violation." Rolling my eyes I say it's been in violation before.  I remember a week ago it was in violation while you and your friends were in here." Shrugging cockily he says

"I wasn't on duty then. I am tonight." rolling my eyes I decide it's time to clear the air between us. Until we did  he was going to throw a wrench in every wheel I spin while I'm here. 

"Look Hudson, I know what your doing. Can't we just co exist peacefully until I leave? I swear I'll jet right out of your space when my mom gets better."

 Folding his arms over his chest as he leaned against the office door he lifted his brow and replied "Like you jetted right out of here without even talking to me 5 years ago?" Shocked that he'd even bring that up left me with my jaw open and speachless   

"What's wrong Ritch, did you want to keep avoiding the elephant in the room?" Getting my barring's back in order I'm finally able to speak

"Yeah I did Hudson, Why rehash it? We've both moved on. Your getting married. I'm over it. Why cant we just let it go? I wont be here that long and believe me when I say I wont be coming back for a very very long time"

"Because your not "Over It" as you say Ritch. You've been avoiding everyone that's even from here. Your mom, Sara, me, all your friends for years. No calls, texts, emails, not even a postcard to anyone for months. You just cut everyone off. I know I didn't deserve one, but your friends and mother did. She didn't deserve that nor did she deserve the embarrassment she endured when everyone seen your naked body in a magazine before she even knew about it. Seeing you on the news with a different guy every month. And when you finally do come back your a foulmouthed viper with a rap sheet." Pissed he had the audacity to preach to me about something that was his fault I leap off the desk and yell as I walk towards him pointing my finger at his chest

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? First off, I would never ever call YOU, Not even if you were the last person on earth with me.  Good God, YOU FUCKED my best friend! And second, those were your friends NOT MINE, so why the fuck would I call them? If they were my friends they would've told me my fiancé was sleeping with my best friend behind my back. And third, I called one time to tell my mom and you answered the phone. I may be a bitch Hudson, But I'm a product of what you and that whore of a so called best friend made me.  " Clapping my hands as the tears start spilling over I say "Give your self a round of applause Hudson. You made me who I am today. I thought once about sending you a cut of the money I made posting naked on the cover of playboy. Probably should've sent you a thank you card too. I've made it in almost every magazine in the nation. I've met, dated, and fucked some of the hottest men in the world. I've met my real friends and family. The ones who are truly loyal. And I have more money than I need. So thank you Hudson for fucking me over, it led me where I am today."   Looking at me with his shoulders slouched and head slightly bent with the saddest expression on his face. He looked beaten down and sad. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.  

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