by K E Osborn
“You really are a smoking hot piece of arse you know that?” I tease.
He raises his eyebrows and smirks at me. “A piece of arse, hey? Is that all you see me as?” he asks and I purse my lips and nod while I gawk at his gorgeous physique.
“Well thanks, little firecracker, it’s good to know where I stand with you.”
I move across to him and wrap my arms around his neck pulling our bodies closely together. “Well, I am a carnivore and I love a good piece of meat.”
He chuckles and wraps his arms around my waist. “In that case, don’t let me stop you from eating my man-meat anytime you like, baby.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You want a blowjob… now?”
“No, that would be mean, you still can’t breathe out of your nose. But when you’re better you can suck me off as much as you want, I won’t stand in your way,” he says grinning suggestively.
“Okay,” I say and lean up on my toes to kiss his lips.
He kisses me back while he holds our bodies tightly together. “I can’t wait to talk tonight, Vee. I’ll finally know everything about you. It will make this relationship more real. Thank you for finally telling me, I’m looking forward to it,” he says and my stomach tightens in knots.
I know I have to tell him now, there’s no going back, and if I was to be honest I’m shitting myself, but he deserves to know. I mean I’ve met his family - that’s the sign of a serious relationship and if I can’t give him my all… all the good and all the bad, then what’s the point? I nod and lean up kissing him again because I don’t know what to say, so instead of an awkward silence I just go for a pash instead. He pulls back from me and smiles as the coffee machine starts to beep.
“Guess we’d better eat before everything goes cold.”
Letting me go, I walk over to the grille to pull out our breakfast. We eat and as always he’s touching me in some way. Whether it be hand holding or something as simple as our feet touching under the table, but either way I’m enjoying his touch. Who knows? It could be the last time I get to touch him, especially after what I have to say tonight.
It’s time for Hudson to leave and even though I don’t technically have to leave to go to work for another two hours I decide to go in now anyway, leaving the same time he does, that way I can come home earlier and make him some dessert and a coffee before we get down to the nitty-gritty about my past.
We walk to the door and say goodbye to Midas as we walk out, I give him an extra cuddle because I’m feeling a little needier than usual. I’m so nervous that I’m being extra sensitive, I cuddle into Midas and then close the door behind me.
“Now are you sure you’re okay to drive?” he asks walking me to my car.
“Yes, I’m sure. Now will you piss off and let me get to work,” I tease and he puts his hand up to his chest and fakes another heart attack. I always find it cute when he does that. “Stop being insanely gorgeous and get on your bike,” I say and he leans in taking me in his arms tightly.
“You know, even though you’re as stubborn as hell, you’re sarcastic to boot and you are completely infested with snot, I still love you,” he says.
“You amaze me you know that?”
“Yeah, I am pretty awesome.”
Rolling my eyes. “Yeah, for someone who has his head shoved up his own arse,” I joke and he laughs and pulls me closer to him.
“I love you, Vee. Nothing will change that, okay? So don’t spend today stressing about tonight, because it’s going to be fine – I promise.”
“Okay well, have a good night at work and message me if you get bored or wanna sext or whatever,” I say nonchalantly.
He chuckles and rests his forehead against mine. “I love you. Have a good night, see you at three,” he says leaning in and kissing me softly. I kiss him back and open my mouth to let his tongue in. I know I’m still infested, but he said he already started to feel like he was getting my cold, so we may as well just kiss now that we both have it in our systems.
His hands move up my back and into my hair holding my head to his as we kiss passionately. I move my hands around to his shoulder blades and grip on tightly through his leather jacket. I love feeling the muscles in his body. I start to flame with desire, and I can feel my panties starting to become wet just from his passionate kiss. I’m starting to find it hard to breathe and I think he notices as he pulls back slightly, still kissing me but not as intensely. I take in some much-needed air as our kissing becomes more like a gentle caress. I love the way he kisses me. He pulls back slowly and rests his forehead against mine while he stares into my eyes. I still love looking into his blue-green eyes, it takes my breath away. I’m surprised at how beautiful they are even though I’ve seen them thousands of times.
“Okay, well, I’d better go before my cock gets any harder and I have to go rub one out while I think about you.”
I giggle and look down to the bulge in his pants. “What a waste,” I say and he chuckles.
“I’ll see you tonight, drive safe and remember everything’s going to be fine.”
“Everything will be fine,” I repeat and he twists past me and opens my car door. I slide into the car and buckle up as he leans in and casually kisses me softly.
“I love you,” he says and then shuts my car door.
I smile and he puts his palm on my window. I put my hand up on the glass to meet his and then he walks over to his bike. I watch him put on his helmet and then I start the car ready to go to work.
I make my way to the building and notice Angel outside smoking… again. I wonder if she and Thor are having issues, like maybe she has admitted her feelings for him and he hasn’t reciprocated or something? I don’t know. All I do know is that she’s been smoking an awful lot lately so I know something’s happening.
“Hey hun, what’s going on?”
She smiles and puts the cigarette butt down on the ground and stomps on it with her foot.
“Nothing, I’m okay, just struggling with something that’s all,” she says and then turns toward the door.
“Hey Angel, you can talk to me… about anything. You know that, right? If something or someone is bothering you, I hope you know you can always tell me what’s happening and I won’t judge, I’ll just offer the best advice I can. Please let me help you,” I say as she turns back to look at me. I can see tears welling in her eyes and I frown and instinctively move in to hug her. “Oh honey, tell me what’s going on,” I say as I embrace her tightly and she starts to cry on my shoulder.
“I can’t tell you, Boss, I promised I wouldn’t say anything,” she says as she pulls back from me and looks at the ground.
I instantly tense up wondering who’s making her keep something from me.
“Angel, if someone is harassing you or making you do something you don’t want to do then you need to tell me right now so I can stop it from happening. You mean too much to me to see you upset like this,” I say holding her at arm’s length.
She sniffs and wipes her cheeks and puts on a big smile, which doesn’t fool me for a second. “I’m okay, I promise, just something personal and I’m working on trying to fix it. I promise Boss. You have my word that I’m trying hard to rectify the issue,” she says and looks me in the eyes.
I nod. “Okay, but if you need me or want to talk my office door is always open for you.”
“Thanks, Boss, that means a lot. But that’s enough of that crap, how are you feeling? You still sound a little nasally?” she asks opening the door to Cupiditas, we both walk through and into the reception area.
“I’m feeling better thanks, just a little nervous. Going to tell my Rock tonight about this place,” I admit because I feel like I need to vent to someone.
She opens her eyes wide and bites her bottom lip. “Fuck Boss, I know you keep secrets from us, but he's your boyfriend and six months without telling him? Wow! So how do you think that’s going to go down?”
“I have no idea. I’m hoping that when he says he loves me that i
t’ll be enough for him to stay, but I have my doubts. It’s not every day you find out your girlfriend runs an escort agency.”
She frowns and winces. “Well, I hope for your sake that he’s okay with it. I know how much you care about him and you’ve been a different woman in here the past few months. So happy and not cranky at all.”
“You telling me I was cranky before I met my Rock?” I ask with an eyebrow raised.
She giggles and shakes her head. “Oh no, of course not, you were a perfectly happy Helen all day every day,” she jokes.
I laugh and keep walking toward my office as she sits down at her desk. I step into my office and the breeze wafts in from the ocean through the window as always. I take in the sights and smells and sit down on my white leather chair and lean back into it resting my feet up on the desk. I feel calm here, even though my stomach is twisting in knots and all I want to do is find some way of avoiding telling Hudson about this place and my boys, but I know I that I’ve committed to him and now I have to be completely and brutally honest with him, and hope like hell it doesn’t push him away from me.
I relax in the serenity for a short while and then go back to the accounting, everything will be so far behind after my couple of days off. I have a lot of mind-numbing work ahead of me today, so best to get started and hopefully it will distract me enough until I have to deal with the elephant in the room.
I’m lost in my work when I hear a loud thud and Angel scream, then a whole bunch of yelling. It scares me and I jump up from my seat and rush to the door of my office. I hope to hell it’s not another bashing or brick through the window. It’s been quiet the last couple of months, so I thought all of that was behind us. My heart is racing so fast I feel breathless. My first day back and it’s chaos already. I pull open my door and look out to the foyer to see a policeman holding Angel’s arm behind her back, another one holding Thor and a whole bunch more tearing up the place, searching for something. Anger floods through me and I storm out to see what the hell is going on.
“What the fuck is this?” I ask as a cop comes over and grabs me forcefully and pulls my hand behind my back.
“Hey!” I say as I struggle against him.
“Listen, it will be much easier if you don’t resist ma’am,” the cop says as he walks me over to stand next to Angel.
“Tell me what the fuck is going on here? Why are there cops tearing up my place?” I yell as they continue searching through all the rooms. Clients come running out half-naked and my staff follow closely behind as everyone is placed in handcuffs.
“Seriously is this necessary? We have all the necessary legal licenses, this is a legitimate establishment. Now tell me what the fuck you’re doing here and why you’re treating us like criminals?” I demand and a cop moves across to me and shakes his head.
“Where are they?” he asks and I furrow my brows.
“Where are who?” I ask not knowing what he’s on about.
“C’mon, we know they’re here. Just tell us where they are and this will run a whole heck of a lot smoother,” he says.
“Look, I have no idea what the fuck you’re on about,” I say as Papi and his client are brought out from his room in handcuffs. He looks terrified and Angel is glaring at him.
My heart is racing while I watch the fucking arseholes tearing my place apart. There’s paper going everywhere while they open drawers and turn them upside down obviously searching for something.
“Seriously, what the fuck are you looking for? There’s no one here other than my employees and their clients. I don’t know who or what you’re after?” I yell trying to be heard above the noise.
“Your employees? So you are the owner then?” the cop asks and I nod.
“Yes, that’s me. Now tell me what the fuck is going on? Don’t you need a warrant to search my premises?” I demand and he smiles and looks toward the door as a few more cops walk through, only this time I notice they’re all wearing suits and then I spot him.
My heart races so fast I feel like I want to be sick as Hudson walks in wearing a suit, and I can’t help but notice the gun on his hip and the badge he’s flashing around.
Holy shit!
Hudson. Is. A. Cop!
“Hudson?” I call out loudly.
He looks over at me and his mouth drops open and his eyes are so wide I think they may burst out of his head. My chest is heaving so frantically that I’m pretty sure I’m hyperventilating.
He moves across to me and frowns. “What are you doing here?” he asks so quietly that no one can hear. I swallow hard and look into his eyes, they seem full of hurt, but more importantly I see anger flashing through them.
“Detective Stone this is the owner of the brothel,” a cop says breaking Hudson’s harsh stare. I freeze, watching him as his nostrils flare while he runs his hand through his hair. With a slight shake of his head, I can see he’s trying to rid himself of the scene before him.
“It’s not a brothel. It’s a high-end escort agency,” I say defensively.
Hudson grunts and shakes his head. “Get them out of the handcuffs. They’re not going to cause any trouble. Are you?” he says looking at me with such a cold, hard, flinty stare and then they glaze over and he looks like he could murder at any second. I’m inwardly panicking as the cop takes me out of the handcuffs.
“Right Miss Dyson, here is the search warrant for this… place.”
He says ‘place’ with such disdain it makes me shudder as he forces the piece of paper into my chest. He doesn’t even look at me and I swallow hard as I take the paper from him.
“Why are you here?” I ask quietly.
“We believe that someone is concealing drugs for a biker gang called the ‘Rebel Dogs.’ We have reason to believe said drugs are on this premises and that the person or persons responsible for the drugs can help us with our investigation into the MC club. When we find the drugs and the mule for them, we will be taking them into custody for questioning,” he says, his voice void of all emotion.
I look at him and he’s purposely not looking at me. I reach my hand out to touch his arm to gain some sort of comfort from him. His head spins around and he glares pulling his arm away from me forcefully leaving me bereft and deeply hurt.
“Ma’am, please don’t touch an officer of the law. I don’t know where your filthy hands have been,” he says through gritted teeth.
My eyes open widely in shock and it’s like the wind has been knocked from me. This is not the Hudson who couldn’t keep his hands off me this morning. This Hudson is cold and definitely distant. I can’t believe he’s a cop. Not just a cop – a detective, working on taking down the Rebel Dogs MC – that’s why he has so many items from the club at home. I shake my head and my eyes start to well with tears. But it’s okay I know I won’t cry.
Papi tenses up as Star and Angel both watch him closely. Another cop comes out with Sheila struggling against him harshly.
“Sheila, don’t struggle,” I call out, she looks at me and shakes her head.
“What the fuck is going on, Boss?” she asks and I glance at Hudson whose chest is heaving and his nostrils are flaring while he looks anywhere but at me. It hurts so bad that he found out like this and I’m sure he thinks I’m still working as an escort. I want to so badly tell him I’m not and that I haven’t for two years, but he won’t even acknowledge that I’m here.
“Some ridiculous search warrant for drugs from a biker gang or some utter bullshit. I never have and will not ever have drugs on my premises,” I say starting to feel anger building inside me.
“Found them,” I hear someone call out from down the hall.
I look toward the voice and see two cops walking down the hall with two duffle bags each. I crease my eyebrows and frown.
What the fuck?
I look over at Papi and he’s looking down at the ground while all the employees are staring at him.
“What do we have here then?” Hudson asks walking over to the bags and opening one up.
He pulls out a clear bag full of tiny little tablets.
“Looks like ecstasy tablets, sir,” the cop states and I shake my head in utter denial.
“I don’t know how they got in here, but they don’t belong to me or any of my employees,” I say defensively.
“Is there anyone who’d like to admit that these drugs belong to them? We can work out some sort of deal, a lesser term for a plea bargain, otherwise I’ll have to detain you all until we find the perp,” Hudson states looking around the room at everyone but me. Everyone falls silent while we all look at each other.
I shake my head trying to clear away the nightmare before me. I start to feel hot and sweaty. My breathing quickly becomes heavy. I’m scared, scared of going to jail, scared of my business being destroyed, but most of all I’m scared that I’ve just lost Hudson. My body starts to shake and Angel walks over, taking me in her arms as my bottom lip starts to tremble. I’m feeling so many mixed emotions right now. The one person I want to run to, is also the one person I want to run away from right now. He's so cold and I don’t even know what he’s thinking.
“Right, well, if no one wants to own up that the drugs are theirs, take them all down to the station for questioning,” Hudson commands and turns walking out of Cupiditas without so much as a glance my way. I look over at Papi, who’s shaking like I am. I’m pretty sure he’s to blame for this, but I am not a rat, and I need him to take responsibility for his actions if it is him. So I won’t dob on him. But one thing’s for sure, when he admits it I’m going to fucking kill him myself!
The policemen take all fourteen of us outside to the waiting police vans. They handcuff us all and then we pile into the waiting vans. Angel and Sheila are in the van with me while the others are split up into groups and placed into other vehicles. I search frantically around with my eyes to see Hudson, but I can’t see him anywhere. I start to feel a tumultuous wave of despair flood over me while I breathe quickly. Hudson now knows, but he doesn’t know everything. He’s probably thinking the worst right now and I wish I could just see him to explain. I start to hyperventilate. I’m shaking and my head is a foggy mess.
