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Chapter 20

Sky’s P.O.V

Day 5

His dark gaze lingered on me. Just me. There were a LOT of people around me but every time I take a glance, it’s me that he’s looking at. Only me.

I moved my hips along to the beat of the song and tried to ignore him however, his eyes just wandered along my body. He took a sip of his beer and continued to trail his gaze down my body.

It’s been 4 days since we’ve been in California and every single night, we party and it’s hella fun. It’s way more better than staying in that house alone and bored.

I took a look at him again and decided to walk over to him.

Hudson placed his drink down and raised a brow at me.

“Done already?” he asked in an amused tone.

“Well, I’ve put up a great show already, don’t you think?” I smirked.

“That you clearly did,” he smirked right back and my lips stretched into a smile. He went to take a sip from the cup but before he could, I took it from him and took a sip for myself. He raised a brow challengingly.

Hudson’s P.O.V

“Do you like it here?” she said as she sat on a stool and leaned back on the counter with both her elbows.

Please stop, Sky.

Her cleavage was already very exposed to me in her black tight tube top. Now, it’s even more visible.

Is she doing it on purpose? I don’t think so.

She has no idea of what kind of effect on me, and let me tell you something, she has one hell of an effect on me.

“Hudson? Did you hear what I asked?” she raised a brow.

“Uh, yeah. I like it here but I have an idea,” I suggested.

“Hmm... Hudson Walker has an idea, how intriguing?” she made a fake-thinking face.

“OK, I know this is going to sound totally random and crazy but, like you said, we’re both totally crazy so, do you want to maybe um, go to Italy?” I asked in a fake-nervous tone because she sounded like that when she asked me.

“Did you hit your head somewhere?” she asked in a very fake serious tone and I shook my head, smiling. “Ok, are you sure about this?” I nodded. “Is this a prank?” I shook my head. “Are you really really sure about this?” I nodded. “Let’s go some places random and have fun.”

“Great, when should we go?” I asked as I got the cup from her and took a sip then placed it down on the counter.

“Depends on the flight,” she joked.

“Yeah, about that...” I trailed off as I rubbed the back of my neck.

“What is it?” she raised a brow.

“Um, do you want to maybe um, go in my private jet?” I asked way too casually.

“You have a fucking PRIVATE JET?” she exclaimed as her jaw dropped to the floor.

“Pretty much,” I smiled. See? She always makes me smile for some reason! Whatever she does is always something worth being happy for. It’s almost as if she’s some kind of happiness-beacon for me.

“Wow.”

“What?”

“You just made me like crazy jealous right now,” she replied.

“Well, it comes with the rich life-style,” I winked and Sky laughed.

“Whatever, Mr Broody,” she smirked.

“Would you quit with that stupid name?” I rolled my eyes.

“No,” Sky replied flatly causing me to smile at her like a mad man.

****

Sky’s P.O.V

“Woah,” I said as I walked into his private jet. “This is so... awesome.”

I was in a black hoodie and black jeggings so I obviously didn’t fit in with how elegant this place looked.

“Eh, it’s not a big deal,” Hudson shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal to him, probably because it wasn’t.

****

“Admit it, you lost, fair and square,” I grinned as I beat him in chess for the 7th time.

“It’s just luck,” he scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” I smirked. He shot me one of his infamous glares and I tried to hold in my laughter at how cute he- Wait, what? Did I just call the most arrogant and obnoxious guy I’ve ever met ‘cute’?

Wow, I’m crazy.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, an idea popped into my mind.

“Hey, wanna take pictures?” I asked.

“What kind?” he asked suspiciously.

“The kind for Instagram,” I said sheepishly. Ever since that horrible day, I haven’t really been activate on my social media. I sort of just took pictures of sunsets and paintings and then posted them.

“Ok. IF-”

“There’s always an ‘if’!” I whined but Hudson just ignored me.

“IF you take my pictures too,” he finished.

“Deal,” I smiled.

****

“Oooh, that one’s good,” I said. He scrolled to the next one. We did a few (hundred) on our own and then a few together.

“Mhm,” he replied like he did for the past 20 minutes.

“Wait, send them to me,” I said.

“Add your contact,” he said and gave me his phone. I typed in my number and saved it under ‘Miss Perfect’.

He snorted when he saw this but didn’t do anything to change it.

“So you agree with me and think that I’m perfect?” I smirked at him.

“Do you want me to change it?” he asked and didn’t even bother to look up at me.

“No,” I mumbled causing him to burst into laughter. A smile spread across my face. That was definitely worth it.

****

We were currently driving to Hudson’s house in his black Tesla that he called for when we landed.

I’m sitting in the front seat and looking outside at the views.

We both agreed on not posting the pictures for now because our friends still think that we’re at the house and they’ll be hella mad if we had fun without them, which we so very obviously are.

****

We parked outside a house that had- Let me re-phrase that. We parked outside a mansion that had loud music blasting from it. The place looked amazing but it felt like this was the Fun House.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Hudson muttered under his breath.

“Kill who?” I asked as I looked up at him.

“You’ll see,” he said and walked up to the entrance of the house. I followed him quickly because one, I think Hudson’s only joking like 50% and two, I really wanna see the inside of that mansion.

So, we walked in and oh, my fucking god! It was majestic. It was dark but lit up with a very few lights.

Very great music was blasting from the speakers and I automatically wanted to dance to it but I had to watch what Hudson would do.

I followed him instantly. A lot of girls were staring at him and practically eye-fucking him.

Bitches.

Wait what?

Anyways, I walked behind him. His back muscles were tense and flexed. God, that’s hot.

Shit, since when did I start being like this?

Hudson walked up to where they served the drinks to see a black haired boy with dark brown eyes chatting- sorry, flirting to some random girl. He looked awfully similar to Hudson. Maybe his brother?

As soon as the boy spotted Hudson, he quickly whispered something in the girl’s ear that made her blush, giggle and then eagerly walked upstairs.

Meanwhile, Hudson was looking like he would rip this guy apart. Literally.

“Ah, è da tanto che non ci vediamo, Hudson!” the guy smirked and walked up to us. I stood by Hudson with a confused look and started playing with my hair, because to me, he was speaking gibberish. Or possibly Italian. Well, I don’t speak Italian so it counts as gibberish to me. (Ah, we haven’t seen each other in a long time! *smugly*)

“Stai zitto, Luca!" Hudson growled. (Shut up, Luca!) Jeez, someone's in a mood. "I thought you said this place would be free and not filled with drunk people!" Thank god, he's speaking in English.

"I never said that it will be free for long," Luca (I think) replied in his thick Italian accent. He finally realised that I was here and looked me up and down. I squirmed under his intense gaze. "Well, well, well, what have we got here? Can we share this one?"

"Sorry, but I think I'll keep to myself," I rolled my eyes.

"Aw, we could've had an amazing time," Luca pouted.

"Yeah, no thank you," I smirked.

"I like this one," he said as he looked at Hudson. "Feisty."

"Well, thank you," I smirked at him.

Hudson rolled his eyes, "Luca, meet Sky, my friend. Sky, meet Luca, my brother."

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