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go.”
     
    “Then stay,” I teased.
     
    “If I could, I would,” he said between kisses. “You know
that.”
     
    “I know,” I pouted some more. I closed my eyes and focused
on the sensation of his lips on my delicate skin as his hands caressed my
breasts.
     
    “When I get back, I’ll take you on that trip to Cabo,” he
said. “The one we were supposed to take this week.”
     
    “Okay,” I said with a grin.
     
    His hands slipped down past my breasts and down my hips
before stopping between my thighs. He slipped a single finger inside me as his
palm massaged my clit.
     
    I sighed and leaned back into him, spreading my thighs a bit
more for easy access. As his left hand massaged me below, his right hand
massaged my breasts and held me tight. I loved his hands all over me. When it
was just us, I was all his. Nothing outside of those four walls mattered. We
were in our own little world, just Hudson and me.
     
     
     

CHAPTER 5
 
     
     
     
     
    “Why don’t I cook breakfast for us today?” I asked him
Friday morning. “It’ll be my treat before you leave. You do so much for me. Let
me do something for you. Besides, it’s a Friday. Give Flor the day off.”
     
    “You sure?” he asked.
     
    “Yeah,” I said. “There’s a supermarket down the street. I’ll
drive myself there. Baby steps, right?”
     
    Hudson looked pleasantly pleased at my notion to suddenly
become so independent.
     
    “By all means,” he said. “Take any car you want.”
     
    I perused his collection of car keys before settling on his
Range Rover. I wasn’t ready for anything beyond that yet. I’d freak out if I
accidentally curbed his Porsche or dented his Aston Martin.
     
    “I’ll be back soon,” I called out as I dashed out the door.
     
    I climbed into his SUV and adjusted the seat and mirrors
about a million times. My heart raced as my sweaty hands gripped the leather
steering wheel.
     
    “I can do this, I can do this,” I told myself as I backed
out of his driveway and out into the street.
     
    I drove a few blocks before realizing the supermarket was a
lot further away than I thought it was, but I reminded myself that it was a
straight shot and I couldn’t get lost. I flipped on the radio to distract me
from all the traffic. It helped a little.
     
    Before I knew it, I had arrived at the grocery store. The
parking lot was packed. I’d never seen this many cars in one grocery store
parking lot before in my life. Even the malls back home were never this packed.
     
    I found a spot and pulled his Range Rover in ever so
perfectly, patting myself on the back for a job well done.
     
    “I did it!” I softly cheered.
     
    I headed inside to grab a few items for breakfast. I wanted
to make him a good, old-fashioned Iowa breakfast of biscuits and gravy, pork
sausage patties, and hash browns. I hadn’t eaten like that in a good month, and
I knew I could stand to gain back a few of the pounds I’d lost with my crash
diet. One sinfully delicious meal never hurt anyone.
     
    As I entered the store, which was easily the fanciest grocery
store I’d ever seen in my life, I couldn’t help but glance over at the magazine
racks on my left. Even before I met Hudson, I was a bit of a tabloid junkie. I
lived for that stuff. I longed to hear all the juicy gossip and rumors. Now
that I’d been on the other side, my fascination with it had only grown by leaps
and bounds. I had an unhealthy infatuation, but I managed to hide it well from
Hudson.
     
    Something caught my eye as I walked by. A girl on a cover of
a magazine looked oddly familiar. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned
towards the magazine, my eyes fixated. The girl was me.
     
    My heart sunk deep into my stomach as I saw a picture of
myself running from the boutique, tears streaming down my face, with Ava in the
background smirking victoriously. I didn’t even bother reading the headline. I
knew it wasn’t going to be nice.
     
    I grabbed the magazine,