He just kept on walking until he reached a bar that was a few blocks away from the hospital. Even though he had changed into the new clothes the hospital had given him from the lost and found box and washed his hands, he could still feel Annette's blood on his body. He could still see her blood covered face as he held her body in his arms causing him to let out a soft sigh. Forgetting the picture of her laying on the floor is going to be harder than he thought — Hudson thought to himself as he stood in front of the bar. "I need to get drunk, at least that would help me forget," Hudson said to himself as he pushed through the swinging doors of the bar, the scent of alcohol and sweat enveloped him. The noise from the bar filled his ears as soon as he entered, the sound of laughter, music, and clinking glasses echoed in the room. He made his way to the bar, weaving through the crowd, his mind already buzzing with different emotions. "Whiskey," he called out to the bartender, his voi
"Why the hell would you fight at a bar, Hudson? It's not like you," Hudson's sister said angrily. Hudson had called her to confide in her what happened to him after he landed in New York, starting from Annette's accident and his arrest. She was furious that Hudson could be so unthoughtful, and worried about Annette's condition."Can I just get to my house first? I'll explain everything, but right now, I need a shower," Hudson said, and his sister grunted a low, “mmmh,” in agreement."I'll let it go for now, but you owe me an explanation," she added."I know," Hudson answered tiredly."Okay, I'll call back later." Hudson said and hung up, returning his phone to his pants pocket as he unlocked his door and walked in. He'd sent the maid on a compulsory break, so he had no one to make his meals. He was starving. Thankfully, he'd ordered some food while on his way back, so he was expecting its arrival at any moment. He glanced at his wrist watch and saw that it was 9pm. He wasted no time
Hudson woke up with a throbbing headache, the memories of the previous day's events flooding his mind like a tidal wave. He slowly sat up, rubbing his temples, as the weight of his actions crushed him. How could he have been so reckless, so thoughtless? Endangering Annette's life, the one person who had never wronged him.Guilt and regret washed over him as he reflected on their past. All the times he'd hurt her, disregarded her feelings, and taken advantage of her. He felt like a monster, unworthy of her forgiveness. The thought of losing her now was unbearable."No, please don't let me lose her," he whispered to himself, his voice laced with desperation.With a self-pitying sigh, Hudson rose from bed and stumbled to the bathroom. A cold shower helped clear his mind, but the anguish lingered. He quickly dressed, his eyes fixed on the clock. Eight a.m. – visiting hours would start soon.The thirty-minute drive to the hospital felt like an eternity. Hudson's anxiety grew with each pass
Sam turned, his eyes locking onto Hudson's, a smirk spreading across his face. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here," he said, his Greek accent dripping with sarcasm.Hudson's anger boiled over. "What are you doing here, Sam?" he spat.Sam's smile grew. "Annette, of course. I heard she's in the hospital."Hudson's fists clenched. "Who told you?"Sam shrugged. "Doesn't matter. What matters is she's hurt, and you're responsible."Hudson's face twisted in rage. "You have no right to interfere!"Sam stepped closer, his eyes flashing. "I have every right. I love her, Hudson. Truly love her. Not like you, who only loves himself."The two men stood nose to nose, their anger growing."You're just here to gloat, aren't you?" Hudson snarled.Sam's expression turned cold. "No, Hudson. I'm here to ensure Annette receives the care she deserves. Something you've never provided."Hudson's face reddened. "You know nothing about us!"Sam's voice dropped to a whisper. "I know enough. I know you ex
Monday morning dawned, casting a warm glow over the hospital. Jane arrived, her eyes red from lack of sleep. She had been absent from work, preoccupied with Annette's condition. Tomorrow, she planned to submit her resignation letter through George, eager to escape Hudson's toxic space. But her conversation with Sam over the weekend had brought new hope. He promised to help her find a better job, leveraging his connections. Jane felt empowered, grateful for Sam's kindness. Sam, still in the country, refused to leave until Annette recovered. He had spent the weekend bonding with Annette's loved ones – Cassie, Jane, and George. They mattered to her, and he treated them with warmth and respect. This morning, they gathered around Annette's bed, their faces engraved with concern. Cassie sat beside her sister, dressed in her school uniforms, holding her sister by the hand. "Hey, sis," Cassie whispered, her voice trembling. "I'll be back after school, okay?" George and Jane sat in silence
Cassie, Miley, Judy, and Liam walked into Annette's hospital room, carrying bags filled with fruits, snacks, and get-well notes. Annette lay in bed, looking frail but peaceful.“Hi,” Annette said softly, not recognizing them."Hey, sis," Cassie answered, smiling down at her.Annette didn't flinch at the term she used, her expression calm. She was getting used to being called that since her recovery, although she couldn't recall anything.Cassie gestured to her friends, “Annette, these are my friends, Miley, Judy and Liam.”“We've heard so much about you.” Judy said with a warm smile.Miley stepped forward, holding out a bouquet of flowers. "We brought these to cheer you up."Annette's eyes lit up. "They're beautiful. Thank you.""We baked these ourselves.” Judy offered a plate of cookies and cakes. Annette took a cookie, her eyes locked on Judy's warm smile. "That's so sweet of you.""We're all rooting for you." Liam handed her a get-well card, signed by the four of them. Annette's
Hudson's visits became a regular affair, and Annette found herself looking forward to his charming smile and effortless humor. He'd bring small gifts, like her favorite flowers or books, and listen intently as she shared stories about her day. Jane, however, remained unconvinced. Her eyes narrowed whenever Hudson drew near Annette, his laughter a little too loud, his gestures a tad too familiar. Annette sensed Jane's unease but couldn't quite put her finger on the reason. One afternoon, as Hudson lingered by the doorway, preparing to leave, he turned to Annette and asked, "Would you like to grab dinner with me this weekend? Maybe we could try that new Italian place?" Annette's heart skipped a beat. No one had asked her out in ages. "I'd love to," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Jane's gaze sliced through the air, her expression a mixture of warning and concern. Annette avoided her friend's eyes, unsure how to explain the flutter in her chest. Hudson beamed, oblivi
"You're safe with me, Annette. Always.” Hudson's gaze held hers, his fingers intertwining with hers. The gentle touch and reassuring words melted Annette's defenses and she felt her trust growing.They finished dinner and Hudson's thoughts drifted to their complicated history. He longed to confess his past mistakes, but feared losing her again.Annette's gaze met his, her eyes searching. "You look bothered, is everything alright?”"Yeah I'm good. I'm right here with you.” Hudson replied.Annette's eyes lingered on his, with a look of concern.The server arrived with the check, causing a distraction. Hudson settled the bill, his movements efficient."Ready to head home?" “Yeah,” Annette nodded, gathering her purse.In the car, Hudson's thoughts drifted back to his past mistakes, he was really afraid that he would lose Annette if she ever regained her memory. The woman hated her because of the things he did to her.As he pulled up to her home, the evening shadows casting a warm glow,
A few weeks later…3:00 pm, Hudson's Empire. Snowflakes gently fell outside, casting a magical glow. Inside, the conference room buzzed with staff from various departments, including George, all gathered for the final meeting before the Christmas break. Hudson, looking dashing in his navy blue suit, sat at the head, summarizing key points.Hudson, dashing in navy blue, summarized key points. "Marketing, lead the holiday campaign. Sales, focus on quarterly targets. HR, ensure seamless communication.""Excellent work, everyone. Enjoy your holidays." Hudson said, flashing a smile as the meeting came to a close.The room gradually emptied, with festive greetings.Mr Terence’s secretary, Mariah approached Hudson with quarterly reports. "Sir, the reports.""Take them to my office," Hudson replied.Entering the CEO's office, she was surprised to see Annette, elegant in black coat and red dress, sitting on a couch, her attention glued to her phone.“Annette?!” she whispered in shock, “Wha
Her eyes fluttered open, the morning light filtering through the curtains. She was lying in Hudson’s arms, her body still tingling from the previous night's passion. She could recall every damn detail of it. Hudson had fucked her with an animalistic ferocity that left her breathless and her body trembling with aftershocks. She had lost all control, screaming his name as he pounded into her, mercilessly. She’d begged him for more, and begged for him to stop ; all at the same time. Her fingers dug into his back as she rode the wave of pleasure. He’d driven her to the edge of sanity, her body writhing beneath him as he licked and sucked her swollen clit, his tongue flicking against her sensitive flesh. She had thrown back her head, crying out his name as her world exploded into a million shards of pleasure, over and over, each round more intense than the last. As memories of their passionate night lingered, Annette's body responded eagerly, longing for Hudson's touch again. But reality
As they walked into Hudson's seating room, he swept her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. She giggled, feeling the effects of the wine. "Are you sure, Annette?" Hudson asked, his voice low and husky. "We can stop anytime you want. Just say the word." Annette shook her head, her eyes locked on his. "I'm sure. I want this." He grinned as he dropped her purse and phone on the nearest couch. Then, continued with her in his arms, across the seating room, up the stairs, to his room.As he entered, he slammed the door shut behind them with a deliberate click. The sound echoed through the empty hallway, reminding them that they were alone. Once in his room, he flipped on the light, and she squinted her eyes, adjusting to the warm glow. At the sight of Hudson's king-sized bed, Annette's anticipation grew. She whimpered softly in his arms, her body pressing against his. Then, he gently dropped her onto the bed, and she bounced, her breasts jiggling enticingly. "Beautiful. Very
Four days had passed since Hudson's departure, each one feeling like a lifetime to Annette. She had grown attached to his daily calls and texts, but nothing replaced the warmth of his physical presence.As she immersed herself in her favorite novel, the words blurred together on the page. With a soft smile on her face, her mind wandered, replaying their last conversation. Hudson had promised to return soon, but soon couldn't come fast enough.Jane, having accepted Annette's relationship with Hudson, redirected her energy toward her own life. With Sam's assistance, she landed a lucrative new job, tripling her previous salary from Hudson's empire. The demanding role kept her busy, providing a welcome distraction from her lingering concerns about Hudson's true motives.Just as Annette was about to give up on her book, her phone buzzed. Hudson's name flashed on the screen."Hey, beautiful. Just landed. Can't wait to see you."Annette's heart skipped a beat. She had missed him terribly."I
"You're safe with me, Annette. Always.” Hudson's gaze held hers, his fingers intertwining with hers. The gentle touch and reassuring words melted Annette's defenses and she felt her trust growing.They finished dinner and Hudson's thoughts drifted to their complicated history. He longed to confess his past mistakes, but feared losing her again.Annette's gaze met his, her eyes searching. "You look bothered, is everything alright?”"Yeah I'm good. I'm right here with you.” Hudson replied.Annette's eyes lingered on his, with a look of concern.The server arrived with the check, causing a distraction. Hudson settled the bill, his movements efficient."Ready to head home?" “Yeah,” Annette nodded, gathering her purse.In the car, Hudson's thoughts drifted back to his past mistakes, he was really afraid that he would lose Annette if she ever regained her memory. The woman hated her because of the things he did to her.As he pulled up to her home, the evening shadows casting a warm glow,
Hudson's visits became a regular affair, and Annette found herself looking forward to his charming smile and effortless humor. He'd bring small gifts, like her favorite flowers or books, and listen intently as she shared stories about her day. Jane, however, remained unconvinced. Her eyes narrowed whenever Hudson drew near Annette, his laughter a little too loud, his gestures a tad too familiar. Annette sensed Jane's unease but couldn't quite put her finger on the reason. One afternoon, as Hudson lingered by the doorway, preparing to leave, he turned to Annette and asked, "Would you like to grab dinner with me this weekend? Maybe we could try that new Italian place?" Annette's heart skipped a beat. No one had asked her out in ages. "I'd love to," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Jane's gaze sliced through the air, her expression a mixture of warning and concern. Annette avoided her friend's eyes, unsure how to explain the flutter in her chest. Hudson beamed, oblivi
Cassie, Miley, Judy, and Liam walked into Annette's hospital room, carrying bags filled with fruits, snacks, and get-well notes. Annette lay in bed, looking frail but peaceful.“Hi,” Annette said softly, not recognizing them."Hey, sis," Cassie answered, smiling down at her.Annette didn't flinch at the term she used, her expression calm. She was getting used to being called that since her recovery, although she couldn't recall anything.Cassie gestured to her friends, “Annette, these are my friends, Miley, Judy and Liam.”“We've heard so much about you.” Judy said with a warm smile.Miley stepped forward, holding out a bouquet of flowers. "We brought these to cheer you up."Annette's eyes lit up. "They're beautiful. Thank you.""We baked these ourselves.” Judy offered a plate of cookies and cakes. Annette took a cookie, her eyes locked on Judy's warm smile. "That's so sweet of you.""We're all rooting for you." Liam handed her a get-well card, signed by the four of them. Annette's
Monday morning dawned, casting a warm glow over the hospital. Jane arrived, her eyes red from lack of sleep. She had been absent from work, preoccupied with Annette's condition. Tomorrow, she planned to submit her resignation letter through George, eager to escape Hudson's toxic space. But her conversation with Sam over the weekend had brought new hope. He promised to help her find a better job, leveraging his connections. Jane felt empowered, grateful for Sam's kindness. Sam, still in the country, refused to leave until Annette recovered. He had spent the weekend bonding with Annette's loved ones – Cassie, Jane, and George. They mattered to her, and he treated them with warmth and respect. This morning, they gathered around Annette's bed, their faces engraved with concern. Cassie sat beside her sister, dressed in her school uniforms, holding her sister by the hand. "Hey, sis," Cassie whispered, her voice trembling. "I'll be back after school, okay?" George and Jane sat in silence
Sam turned, his eyes locking onto Hudson's, a smirk spreading across his face. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here," he said, his Greek accent dripping with sarcasm.Hudson's anger boiled over. "What are you doing here, Sam?" he spat.Sam's smile grew. "Annette, of course. I heard she's in the hospital."Hudson's fists clenched. "Who told you?"Sam shrugged. "Doesn't matter. What matters is she's hurt, and you're responsible."Hudson's face twisted in rage. "You have no right to interfere!"Sam stepped closer, his eyes flashing. "I have every right. I love her, Hudson. Truly love her. Not like you, who only loves himself."The two men stood nose to nose, their anger growing."You're just here to gloat, aren't you?" Hudson snarled.Sam's expression turned cold. "No, Hudson. I'm here to ensure Annette receives the care she deserves. Something you've never provided."Hudson's face reddened. "You know nothing about us!"Sam's voice dropped to a whisper. "I know enough. I know you ex