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“Is everything okay?” Hudson asked as Tia Rose emerged from the bathroom. She was dressed and she looked like an angel.
“Yes. I need to go. Something came up.”
Jagger grabbed her hand and pulled her against his chest. He was staring down into her eyes. She had no shoes on and she looked so petite and feminine.
“Tell me there’s not another man.”
“Please, Jagger. I need to go. This is over.”
He covered her mouth and kissed her deeply. Hudson felt his cock grow hard just watching. They were good together. Scratch that, they were perfect. What could he do to get her to stay or at least get her tell them how to contact her?
Jagger released her lips and hugged her.
“Can I give you our card? Maybe think about calling us?” he asked.
He pulled it out and placed it into her hand as she shook her head, no.
Hudson pulled her into his arms next.
He stared down into her gorgeous green eyes. His gut clenched. He was overwhelmed with a feeling of possessiveness and regret.
“Tell me you’ll call us.”
“Please, Hudson. Don’t make this more difficult than it is. It’s better this way. I need to go.”
She was pulling from his arms, and he pulled her back and kissed her deeply. When he finally let her go, he could see the tears in her eyes, and her cell phone was ringing again.
Was she involved with someone else? He never asked her. She asked him, and of course, he told her no. They stood there and watched her leave. As the door closed, Jagger shook his head.
“She was fucking perfect, Hudson. Perfect.”
“I know. But we can’t force her to stay, to tell us who she really is, and where she lives.”
Jagger ran his hands through his hair then walked toward the bed. He pulled on his jeans and then stopped.
“You don’t have any idea where she lives?”
Hudson shook his head. He was angry. He should try to stop her again, but then she may get scared. He didn’t want to scare her. Something in her eyes told him she was untrusting and that this whole weekend was not a normal thing for her. God, he hoped it wasn’t. He didn’t want to think about her with someone else.
“Hey, is this yours?” Jagger asked, holding out a small piece of paper.
“What is it?” Hudson took it and looked at it.
“A piece of a receipt of some kind. For a money transfer.”
“No. It’s not mine. It says to Missouri. Of course the name of the sender’s missing.”
“Maybe it’s Tia Rose’s. Maybe that’s where she’s from?”
Hudson felt the excitement and then the need to respect her wishes.
“I don’t think she’s from there. We can’t do anything about it. She made her decision. She left us. It’s over. I’m going to go shower.”
Hudson left the room, and as he started the shower and grabbed the soap, he closed his eyes and envisioned her. She had been the most beautiful woman he had ever met. How could he let her go? How could he have been so stupid to have not asked her more questions?
Because I fear opening up my heart to any woman. None of them can be trusted. None had proven they wanted his love or his heart, only his money.