A Reason to love Him

CHAPTER THREE

I made sure that I was up very early to make sure that I packed everything I needed.

I took a shower and let my hair have its natural curls. My phone beeped, showing a new message on the screen. Who could it be?
I decided to read the message

Morning Ms Taylor. Meet Mr Hudson at work and you will head to the airport with him from there.

Mr Hudson's PA

It's from Mr Hudson's personal assistant.
I put on a pair of jeans and a t shirt. I topped everything with a leather jacket and a pair of converse.

This so feels like me.

Debby was still asleep because she came back very late from work, but I had informed her that I'll be leaving for California with my boss. I anyways left a little note under her pillow.

This time I caught a cab and got to work earlier than usual. I hurriedly ran to my office knowing that Mr Hudson was not any close to being at work.

I quickly saved a file in my system that I forgot about the previous day.
Perfect. All done. So I sat in my chair
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I decided to look through the windows in my office and I saw Mr Hudson's car parking in front of the building.
I took my bags and dashed downstairs making sure to leave my office locked.

I got to the parking lot and I had no idea whether to walk to his car or wait for instructions.

The driver got out and helped me load my bags in the car. He then opened the door and for me and I got in.

My heart skipped a beat when I noticed Mr Hudson next to me on the other end. I felt the car moving when the driver got in his seat.

"M-Morning Mr Hudson" I broke the silence. He turned to look at me. He looked so handsome but I quickly snapped out of my thoughts.

He chuckled. "How are you Ms Taylor". I was surprised that he replied my greeting.

"I'm fine", I said looking down on my lap and I could still feel his gaze on me.

"You don't obey orders, do you?"
I was confused, what did he mean.

"What do you mean sir?", I nervously asked.
"How many fucking times do I have to tell you to look at me when I am talking to you".
I gasped and looked in his direction, his face looked serious.

He can't be serious

"Please forgive me Mr Hudson, I didn't..."

"You have no idea what I want to do to you", he cut me off. He sounded angry.
Not again, I messed up. I hope he doesn't fire me.

"I apologise", I quickly said. Why do I have to look at him and what does he want to do to me that I have no idea of?

Mr Hudson scares the hell out me. He looked away from me.

Lord have mercy.

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We arrived at the airport and the silence was awkward. Mr Hudson is a serious man and he is not the type to have a conversation with. Worse of all after an argument.

Two guys came rushing towards us to help with the luggage as soon as we got out of the car.

I could carry mine but I followed suit. I walked behind Mr Hudson the whole time and trust me he looks like a model from this angle.

We finally went through the process of passport checking and all that. I couldn't believe that Mr Hudson booked seats for us in business class. There were only about six people on this plane. I guess it's only for the 'rich' people.