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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