Page 202 of Bridesmaid By Chance
On a deep breath, I say, “Hudson.”
His eyes fall on me, and once again, they hungrily take me in, eating me up one once-over at a time.
A few days ago, I would have reveled in the way he’s looking at me. I would have craved it. But now…now it irritates me.
“What?” he asks.
I pop a hip and say, “I need you to dress me.”
His Adam’s apple bobs, his hands clench at his side, and one more time, his eyes fall to my chest and then back up to my face where his eyes land on my mouth.
Seriously?
He’s really thinking about that?
After everything?
Well, only one way to solve this…
“Or has your intent been to undress me this entire time?” I ask as I drop my corset to the ground, letting him feast.
And he does.
Like he hasn’t eaten for months.
I close the space between us, push him back on the bed, and then kneel before him. I slide my hands up his thighs as he leans back on his hands, staring down at me.
“Sloane,” he says, his voice gravelly. “Wh-what are you?—”
I pass my hand over his cock, just a light swipe, enough to make him sweat. And when I see him relax, just for a moment, I say, “Do you really think I’m about to suck your cock, Husband?”
“I don’t…I don’t know what you’re doing.”
“I’m trying to make it through the next twenty-four hours so I can get the hell away from you, get back home, and hire a divorce attorney.” Istand and pick my corset off the ground, shielding my breasts. “Now stop looking at me as if I’m yours because I’m not.”
He stands and closes the space between us, and when I turn around to offer him my back so he can tie me up, he stops me and gently moves me against the wall so I have to face him.
“Don’t,” I say, shying away from him.
“Sloane, I’m?—”
“He knows,” I say, not wanting Hudson to try to apologize to me or change my mind about how I feel.
I feel him stiffen, pause, and then say, “What?”
My eyes meet his. “Jude. He knows.”
He takes a step back. “Since when?”
“Oh, you’re interested now in what’s going on?” I drop the corset again and grab my robe off my bed. I slip it on and cinch it at the waist before turning toward him. “I tried telling you; maybe if you actually answered the text messages I sent you, you would know.” Emotion catches in my voice as I say, “I’ve been out here, all by myself, Hudson, dealing with the fact that my brother is not talking to me, that my sister is crushed, and that I’m stuck here, fulfilling a favor to someone who doesn’t even want to communicate with me.” I gesture toward the couch. “You think my eyes are red for no reason? I’ve been sobbing on that couch, waiting for you. Fucking waiting for you, Hudson.” My eyes well up and I try to will the tears away, but it’s no use as they tip over and fall down my cheeks.
“Fuck.” He grips his hair. “I…I’m sorry, Sloane.”
“Don’t bother.” I start gathering my things. “I’m going to take my dress to the bridal suite and have them get me ready.”
He attempts to stop me, but I pull my hand away.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I yell, scaring him away just enough that he gives me space. Looking him in the eyes, I say, “Let’s just get through the night looking like a happy couple. Then tomorrow, I’m flying home, and we’re done.”
