Complete Fixed: The Complete Fixed Series: Books 1-5

by Laurelin Paige

  He sighed and let me pull him toward the ship. “I’m here because Pierce Industries sponsors this event. I have to go. If I don’t, it reflects poorly on the corporation.”

  I put on an exaggerated frown. “Poor Hudson Alexander Pierce. Born into responsibility and obligation. Oh, and money and opportunity.”

  He looked at me, an eyebrow raised. “Really?”

  “A little, yeah. If you’re going to throw a pity party, H, I’m not planning to attend.” Frankly, I was tired of his cranky mood. I wanted fun Hudson for the evening.

  The edges of his mouth relaxed ever so slightly. “I’m not throwing a pity party. It’s impossible for anyone to feel sorry for me when you’re at my side.” He pulled me closer to him so his arm could circle my waist.

  “Yeah, that’s why people envy you.”

  This got me a smile. “If it’s not, it’s the reason that they should.”

  At the end of the dock, a man dressed in naval attire stood waiting by the plank leading to the yacht.

  “Good evening, Mr. Pierce. We’re ready to cast off whenever you are, sir.”

  Hudson nodded. “Then let’s go.” He motioned me ahead of him, but I heard the man, who I assumed was the captain, whispering something else to Hudson behind me.

  I stepped off the plank onto the boat deck then looked back to see Hudson’s expression had grown grim.

  “I’d rather not cause a scene,” he said, his voice low. “But have the crew keep an eye out for any trouble.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Hudson climbed aboard, putting his hand at the small of my back when he’d reached me.

  “Is everything okay?”

  “Fine.” His tone was terse.

  Dammit. Whatever the captain had said to him seemed to have undone the progress I’d made at ridding Hudson of his bad mood.

  I knew from experience that pressing the matter would only make him grumpier. But I couldn’t help myself. “Hudson, honesty and transparency…remember?”

  He glared at me for three solid seconds before his features softened. “It’s nothing. An uninvited guest arrived. That’s all.”

  I suddenly felt guilty for teasing him about his obligations. Even on a holiday night when he should be enjoying himself, he couldn’t relax. He’d always have to take care of something, manage someone. No wonder these events were such a pain in the ass.

  Making up my mind to try to give him the best night possible, I let the subject of the uninvited guest go, even though I was itching to know more of the details. The last thing Hudson needed was me badgering him.

  Instead, I worked again to make him more amiable. I leaned into him and whispered, “By the way, I meant to tell you that I got waxed yesterday.” Since he’d been asleep when I got home, I hadn’t gotten a chance to show him. Which was probably best since the recommendation was to wait twenty-four hours after waxing before having sex.

  “Waxed?” Hudson said too loudly, his brow furrowed in confusion. Then understanding set in. “Oh.” Immediately his expression lit with interest.

  Behind us, a crew member that was helping the captain draw the plank into the ship looked up, obviously also getting my meaning.

  Hudson glared at the man, and ushered me further onto the deck with him. “Tell me more.” This time his volume was appropriately quieter.

  “I’m talking waxed. Like, all the way. Bare.” Normally, I kept a little more than a landing strip. This was the first time since I’d been with Hudson that I’d gone clean.

  Hudson’s eyes narrowed as he adjusted himself. “Are you trying to make this the most uncomfortable night of my life?”

  “I was trying to give you something to look forward to, Mr. Grumpy Pants.”

  “Mr. Strained Pants, I think you mean.”

  I laughed. “Is that going to be a problem?”

  “For you.” He pulled me against him so that I could feel his erection against my belly. “It’s going to be a long evening. By the time I finally get to be inside you, I’m going to need to be there for a long time. And I don’t expect that I’ll be able to be gentle.”

  Okay, wow. “No complaints here.”

  “Good girl.” He stared longingly at my lips, but he didn’t kiss me. Finally, he said, “I’ll try to improve my mood. Let’s go. The sooner the socializing is over, the sooner I can bury my face between your thighs.”

  Hudson led me up the stairs to the main deck. I’d never been on a yacht before, but I was pretty sure this one was more luxurious than most. I looked up the side of the boat and counted four decks, plus the mini one that we’d entered on. The deck furniture was simple but in good taste. Amazing taste, actually. At least what I could see of it. Most of it was covered by bodies. Dozens and dozens of bodies. There were at least forty people already in full party mode on this deck. Above me, more people leaned on the deck railings. And we hadn’t even gotten to the inside yet.

  I followed Hudson through the throngs of people and inside to a grand lounge. This area was even more packed then the decks. “How many people are here?” I asked.

  He nodded at a server across the room who immediately headed our way. “There were two hundred invited. They were each allowed one guest. We only take this many people out for the annual Macy’s fireworks. There are fourteen staterooms, so we’d never actually travel with this many aboard.”

  Hudson took two champagne glasses from the server and handed one to me. He clinked his glass to mine before taking a swallow. “Except for a few other important people, we’ll be the only ones sleeping here tonight.”

  “Hopefully there won’t be much sleeping.” The bare skin between my thighs was aching for the attention it had been promised.

  “You’ll pay for your teasing later.”

  Just then, the boat launched smoothly into the river. I grabbed Hudson’s arm to adjust to the motion as the crowd erupted into cheers. The place was utter chaos. Definitely not my boyfriend’s usual type of scene. No wonder he’d been anxious.

  We made our way up the grand staircase to an upper level, stopping every so often so that Hudson could greet a guest. He introduced me to all of them, sometimes as his girlfriend, sometimes as the promotions manager of his club. I guessed he chose my title depending on how it would benefit me and my career. Always looking out for me.

  The next room we ended up in looked like a large living room. A bar curved around the wall and an abundance of couches and armchairs filled the space. A giant flat-screen TV graced one wall. It was turned onto the telecast of the pre-fireworks show though no one seemed to be paying attention. This room was also crowded, but I heard my name called through the buzz of conversation.

  I turned toward the voice and found Hudson’s sister sitting on a couch in the corner. She stood as we approached her, and I bent to embrace the petite woman I’d grown to love nearly as much as her brother. It was amazing how tightly she could hug with her pregnant belly between us.

  When she released me, I checked out her dark blue maxi maternity dress. “Mira. You look adorable!”

  “Ugh, thanks. I feel like a whale.” She reached to give Hudson a hug, which he tolerated. “Hello, brother. Glad to see you back in the States, though you ruined all my amazing planning.”

  Before Hudson had shown up at The Sky Launch on Sunday night, I’d planned to fly to Japan and surprise him. Mira had helped make all the arrangements.

  “Not that I’m complaining,” she added before Hudson could respond. “You did good. I’m proud of you.”

  Hudson glowered at his little sister. He wasn’t the type to accept praise. And Mira was the type to give it anyway.

  I decided to come to Hudson’s rescue before Mira could continue. “Did Adam abandon you?” I looked around for her husband.

  “Nah, he’s finding me something nonalcoholic to drink. It’s surprisingly difficult.”

  “Ah.” More like he was probably hiding from the crowd. Adam was another antisocial member of the family. At least Hudson knew how
to fake it.

  Mira sat back down on the couch, hitting the spot next to her. “Come. Sit. How did you manage to get a holiday off from the club?”

  I shrugged as I took the seat next to her. “I’m sleeping with the owner.”

  “Nice.” She shook her head like she was frustrated with herself. “I’m such a dummy! You were supposed to be in Japan. I guess you already got your shifts covered.”

  “Yes. David and another manager are covering the next few days.” I should have felt guilty mentioning David. I didn’t. In fact, for some reason I decided to poke at Hudson. “But I won’t be able to count on David after this week.”

  Hudson scowled down at me.

  “Why?” Mira asked.

  I set my empty glass on the end table next to me. “Hudson transferred him to Adora in Atlantic City.”

  Mira looked from me to her brother. “Seems like there’s a story there.”

  Hudson perched on the arm of the sofa. “You actually have him for two more weeks. I asked him to stay a little longer while we look for his replacement.”

  Well, that was news. Good news. It gave me longer to figure out my role at the club.

  Mira’s face twisted in confusion. “Look for his replacement? Why Laynie, of course. Duh.”

  “Um…” I’d brought it up. I should have been prepared to be put on the spot. I did want the position, and each day I grew more and more comfortable with the idea. But I still wasn’t ready to make the commitment.

  She must have read the complexity of the situation in my face. “Another story, I’m supposing.”

  “Yeah. Let’s not go there.” I patted Hudson’s knee. “This guy’s cranky as it is. Jet lag and everything.”

  “Got it. You look gorgeous, by the way. That’s not one of mine though.” She pursed her lips.

  “Whoops.” Pretty much my whole wardrobe these days was from Mirabelle’s boutique, but wanting to be patriotic, I’d chosen a simple red flare dress with a nearly bare back from my club wardrobe.

  She smirked. “You’re coming to my Grand Reopening, right?”

  I’d only recently found out she was remodeling. I had no idea an event was attached. But this was the social butterfly, Mirabelle. Of course there’d be an event attached. “Sure. When is it?”

  “You didn’t tell her?” She reached over me to swat Hudson.

  “It slipped my mind.”

  “Hudson, you are such an ass!” To me, she said, “The twenty-second. It’s a Saturday.”

  “I’ll have to make sure someone else closes the night before, but that shouldn’t be a problem.” I was already thinking in terms of being responsible for The Sky Launch. Who was I kidding? I’d totally decided the job was mine.

  “Oh!” Her eyes widened. “Will you be one of my models? Please say yes. Please, please, please.”

  “Um, sure?” It was nearly impossible to say no to the girl, but modeling was not something I had any interest in. Wearing pretty clothes, on the other hand… “What does it involve? Like, do I have to walk a runway?”

  “Don’t be silly. I didn’t remodel that much. Okay, it’s a small runway but not like what you’re thinking. It’s almost nothing. I’m simply showing off a few of my favorite looks for publicity. So I just need you to stand there and look gorgeous in one of my outfits while people take pictures of you.”

  Except for the pictures part, it sounded fabulous. “Okay. I’m in.”

  “Awesome! Can you come by sometime to get fitted? Like next Monday? Around one?”

  My schedule was up to me and I didn’t have any appointments set since I had planned to be overseas. But going to Mira’s meant a good chance I’d see Stacy. She hadn’t responded to my text, but did that matter?

  “Why are you hesitating?” Mira looked offended.

  “Sorry. I was running through my schedule in my mind. Yes. I can be there then.” What was Stacy going to do anyway? Force me to watch her video? That was ridiculous.

  “Yay!” Mira made pom-poms with balled-up fists and shook them in the air.

  Beside me, I felt Hudson tense. Then a familiar voice said, “Ah, here’s where the party is.”

  “Jack!” I stood to give Hudson’s father a hug, careful not to knock the drinks he held, one in each hand. “I didn’t realize you’d be here.”

  “He wasn’t invited.” Hudson bit out.

  Aha. The uninvited guest from earlier. As if Jack would cause a scene. Or maybe it was Hudson that would disturb the peace. He seemed less than pleased to see his father aboard the yacht.

  Jack only smiled at Hudson’s displeasure, his eyes gleaming like they often did when he was about to be contrary. “I’m a Pierce. My invitation’s standing.”

  Leaning toward me, Jack said, “Hudson isn’t speaking to me.”

  The last time Jack and Hudson had seen each other was the day that Jack admitted fathering Celia’s baby. It had been a secret that Hudson had been determined to keep from his mother. He was not happy that Jack had spilled the beans. “Oh, I suppose he isn’t.” And while I was thinking of the horrid woman… “Is Sophia with you?”

  Jack scratched his temple. “She’s not speaking to me either.”

  “Serves you right.” Mira’s words were more sassy than chiding. The girl didn’t have it in her to be volatile.

  Jack nodded toward his daughter. “Can’t figure out what I have to do to get this one to stop speaking to me.”

  “Daddy!”

  He winked at Mira. “I’m teasing, pumpkin. You’re the light of my life, and you know it. Here, I brought you a virgin daiquiri.”

  Mira harrumphed but took the drink from her father’s outstretched hand. “I’m not exactly happy with you these days myself, you know.”

  Jack sighed. “I know. Chandler’s keeping your mother company tonight so she’s not alone. You’re a sweet girl to be worried about her. I’ll try to make it up to you sometime.”

  “It’s not me you need to make up to,” Mira said under her breath.

  Either not hearing or decidedly ignoring his daughter, Jack turned his attention back to me. “How are you?”

  “I’m good. And I’m so glad to see you. I wanted to thank you. For being my support when all that went down.” Jack had been one of the few people on my side when Celia had accused me of harassing her. Bringing it up now, I felt that small pang of betrayal. Hudson was right—it wasn’t so easy to forget that kind of pain.

  “It was nothing, Laynie. I knew whom we were dealing with. I would have thought others here would have too.” He didn’t bother to look at Hudson, but his words hit their mark just the same.

  I hadn’t meant for the conversation to go that direction. Despite the hurt he’d caused, Hudson had valid reasons to think Celia’s accusations might be true. “To be fair, you don’t know me quite as well as others here do either. But anyway, thank you.” I took Jack’s hand in mine and squeezed.

  “Alayna…” Hudson warned.

  I let go of Jack’s hand and turned to look at my man who was now standing. His stance was foreboding, even with his hand tucked casually in his pocket. His jaw flexed and his eyes darkened with warning. It was surprisingly hot.

  “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, son.”

  I disagreed. Jealousy did look good on Hudson. Quite good indeed.

  A low grumble came from the back of his throat.

  Jack cocked his head. “Did he just growl?”

  Though Jack was clearly not Hudson’s competition, I understood his reasons for feeling that way. It wasn’t worth it to try to convince him otherwise. “Obviously I’d love to talk more, Jack, but it doesn’t seem like it would be a good idea.”

  He took a sip from the clear drink in his hand as he eyed his son. “No, it doesn’t.” Again, he addressed me, his free hand on my shoulder. “I’m glad you’re still here. In his life, I mean. Even though he’s a stubborn oaf that blames me for all the wrongs in my relationship with his mother—”

  “Are you saying that
you aren’t at fault?” Hudson challenged.

  Jack’s face lit up. “He’s speaking to me!”

  Hudson wiped his brow. “Ah, Jesus.”

  “Anyway, I’m glad you’re with him, Laynie. He needs you more than he probably realizes. And there’s no doubt he recognizes your worth. That boy has real feelings for you.” His eyes drifted to Hudson. “Look. He’s blushing.”

  “He is!” Mira exclaimed excitedly. She was a hopeless romantic and never pretended otherwise.

  “I am not.” But Hudson’s protest only darkened the red in his cheeks.

  Jack laughed. “See? His love for you is written all over his face.”

  Hudson stepped forward and put his arm possessively around my waist. “Could you stop pawing my girlfriend?”

  Jack rolled his eyes but removed his hand from my shoulder.

  The whole scene was amusing, not to mention a big a turn-on. I didn’t at all mind when Hudson got all alpha male on me. In fact, I may have even provoked it in him. “I’ll have to tell you more how appreciative I am when we get together sometime.”

  “No, no, no. Not happening,” Hudson fumed.

  Jack chuckled. “Look at you rile him up on purpose. You’re a wicked little woman, Alayna Withers.” He looked us over, as if taking in all of who we are and what we meant to each other. “Perfect.”

  “That’s it. We’re done here.” Hudson turned me away from his family.

  “Talk later,” I called over my shoulder.

  “Monday!” Mira reminded after me.

  Yes, Monday. At the boutique. With Stacy.

  A knot formed in my gut. The thought crossed my mind without permission—what was on that video? Was there actually something I should be concerned with?

  I wouldn’t watch it, whatever it was. I’d said I didn’t need to.

  But wondering about it still—that I couldn’t help. I was only human, after all.

  Chapter Four

  Hudson escorted me out to the deck and I let thoughts of the video float away in the breeze.