The first time I met Hudson Rothschild was at a wedding。 I’d received an unexpected invitation to one of the swankiest venues in the city。
Hudson was a groomsman and quite possibly the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on。 He asked me to dance, and our chemistry was off the charts。
I knew it wasn’t a good idea to get involved with him, considering the wedding I was at。 But our connection was intense, and I was having a great time。
Though the fun came to a screeching halt when Hudson figured out I wasn’t who I’d said I was。 You see, that unexpected invitation I received? Well, it hadn’t actually been addressed to me—it was sent to my ex-roommate who’d bounced a check for two months’ rent and moved out in the middle of the night。 I figured she owed me an expensive night out, but I guess, technically, I was crashing the wedding。
Once caught, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough。 As I bolted for the door, I might’ve plucked a few bottles of expensive champagne off the tables I passed, all while the gorgeous, angry groomsman was hot on my tail。
Outside, I jumped into a taxi。 My heart ricocheted against my ribs as we drove down the block—but at least I’d escaped unscathed。
Or so I thought。
Until I realized I’d left my cell phone behind at the table。
Take one guess who found it?
This is the crazy story of how Hudson Rothschild and I met。 But trust me, it’s only the tip of the iceberg。
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