An accidental spiked drink led to me rolling in the sheets with my arch-nemesis for a whole day and night. Afterward, my best friend asked me how it was. To save face, I stubbornly lied, "All show and no go. It was over before I even felt anything." My arch-nemesis happened to overhear this. With a dark smirk, he dragged me right back to that exact same hotel room. He pinned me beneath him, slowly and deliberately pulling the hearing aid from his ear, mouthing the words to me: "Once this comes off, I won't be stopping." "Don't cry and beg for mercy like last time." "Because... I won't be able to hear you anyway." 1 Riiip— Hudson Brooks’s custom-tailored shirt was torn clean in half by my hands. I was draped over him, my fingers roaming wildly over his abs, pulling low, ragged pants from his chest. Just as I reached for his belt, he suddenly grabbed my wrist. His fingers flashed in rapid sign language. Through my blurred vision, I barely made out his meaning: No. "Damn it, Hudson, are you just going to watch me die here?!" "I'm already like this and you still won't touch me! Does it just not work?!" "If you can't get it up, go find me a man who can!" I burst into frustrated tears. Who could have predicted that I’d get roofied at a high-society gala? The drug was incredibly potent, burning away every last ounce of my reason. If I didn't get a man right now, I genuinely felt like I was going to explode. Hudson’s grip on me tightened, his sharp Adam's apple bobbing heavily. He signed a few more words. He was asking: You won't regret this? Completely out of patience, I propped myself up and smashed my lips against his. "If you're a real man, just do it! Stop talking nonsense!" 2 When I woke up the next day, my back ached, my bones felt like they were falling apart, and my throat was unbearably dry. Clutching my waist, I was just about to get up for some water when my eyes landed on Hudson, resting with his eyes closed beside me. His hair was messy, and his neck was covered in highly visible scratches and hickeys, looking impossibly scandalous. Especially the massive bite mark right over his chest. My breath hitched. My brain went into overdrive. Who am I? Where am I? What did I just do? Who is the man next to me? Then, I let out an internal banshee screech. Holy crap, I actually slept with my arch-nemesis, Hudson Brooks, for a whole day and night!!! Throwing all shame out the window, I threw my clothes on on my trembling legs and fled the hotel room. When I sneaked back into my house, my parents—who had been frantically looking for me—looked me up and down. Seeing I was safe and sound, they finally let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, Maya sweetheart, have you seen our Hudson?" Before I could even process my parents' relief, another voice suddenly cut in, making me jump out of my skin. It was Hudson’s mother. I looked up and realized that Hudson's parents were in my living room too. From the looks of it, they had been waiting here for a long time. Mrs. Brooks’s face was etched with worry. "He disappeared right after he left the gala last night." "We checked the security cameras, and you left the venue with him." "Why did you come back alone?" Meeting Mrs. Brooks’s eyes, my heart seized, and I couldn't help but look away guiltily. Of course I knew where Hudson was. We were literally rolling around in the same bed just hours ago. If our parents found out we slept together, they would absolutely force us to get married. But Hudson was my sworn enemy. We could never be together. Besides, yesterday was just a drug-induced accident. 3 Just as I was racking my brain for an excuse, Mrs. Brooks’s eyes suddenly lit up. She hurried past me. "Hudson—" The moment she spoke, a heavy, piercing gaze landed silently on my back, scraping against my skin like a sharp little knife. I turned around stiffly, only to find Hudson staring right at me. He signed to his parents that he was fine, then lifted his heavy eyelids to look at me. He signed: Why... did you... come back... first? He looked exactly like he did last night, when I was riding him and he patiently signed, asking if his pace was okay. A chaotic flood of explicit memories crashed into my brain. Panicking, I spun around and fled upstairs as fast as my legs could carry me. Back in my room, I locked myself in the bathroom and dunked my head in a sink full of cold water, desperately trying to flush out those filthy, inappropriate memories. "Maya Collins, what the hell kind of R-rated garbage are you thinking about?!" I forced myself to calm down, silently consoling my reflection. So I slept with Hudson. Big deal. Hudson probably doesn't care either. He’s probably disgusted by it. Just pretend it never happened. Just like how he always pushed me away before. 4 Hudson and I were childhood friends who grew up right next door to each other. Because our families were close, we played together since we were toddlers. We were practically inseparable. Back then, Hudson’s ears were perfectly healthy. He didn't need hearing aids. Every day after school, the first thing I did was run over to find him, and he never got tired of dragging me around to play. Until we were ten years old. Hudson caught a sudden, dangerously high fever. Because he didn't receive treatment in time, it left him with a permanent disability. From then on, he had to wear hearing aids just to hear anything. From that day forward, the sweet, gentle little boy I knew became volatile and moody. He grew silent and withdrawn, locking himself in his room and violently resisting all medical treatments. I tried to cheer him up, but every time he saw me, he would throw things, lose his temper, and angrily scream at me to get out. Even though I was young, I could clearly feel it: he didn't want to see me. He was repulsed by me. But I was never one to back down from a fight. The more Hudson pushed me away, the more I forced my way into his space, opposing him at every single turn. As we grew up, he continued to give me the cold shoulder. And so, he became the arch-nemesis I swore to be at odds with until the day I died. 5 I hid in my house for three days. During that time, my best friend Zoe kept asking me to hang out, but I made up excuses to reject her. It wasn't that I didn't want to go out; it was that my lower back felt like Hudson had literally snapped it in half. Hudson was almost six-foot-three, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and biceps that bulged against his sleeves. He could lift my ninety-pound self with a single arm. That night, he had pinned me against the wall with one hand, pushing my body past its limits over and over again. And even after that, he didn't let me go, dragging me to multiple different "venues" around the hotel room. I honestly suspected he had some kind of sex addiction. It wasn't until the fourth day, when my body finally recovered a bit, that I agreed to meet Zoe. The moment we sat down, Zoe eagerly demanded to know what happened between me and Hudson. "Spit it out, what exactly happened between you two? He’s been blowing up my phone asking about you." Hudson was asking about me? My first reaction was that it was impossible. After pushing me away for so many years, shouldn't he be avoiding me like the plague? But under Zoe’s relentless interrogation, I finally cracked and confessed that I had slept with him. "What?! You and Hudson slept—" Zoe's jaw dropped, her voice hitting an outrageously high pitch. I clamped my hand over her mouth immediately, barely avoiding drawing the attention of the entire bar. "Maya, look at you go! You actually managed to bed Hudson Brooks." "So, how was he? Is he an absolute beast in the sack?" Zoe nudged me with her elbow, a wicked smirk on her face. My face instantly turned beet red. Though I didn't really want to admit it, I had to say, Hudson was exceptionally talented in that department. The only problem was the communication barrier. Sometimes, when things got too intense, his hearing aid would get knocked out. No matter how much I begged him to slow down, he wouldn't react at all. Eventually, I had to press my lips right against his ear, crying and begging for mercy in broken gasps. 6 But here's the thing about me: I would rather die than lose face. Getting me to admit my arch-nemesis was good in bed? Absolutely impossible. So, faced with Zoe's intense curiosity, I stubbornly lied: "All show and no go. It was over before I even felt anything." "You don't understand, Hudson just looks good on the surface, but actually..." Before I could finish my sentence, Zoe suddenly froze. She stared at me in sheer panic, her eyes desperately darting to the space right behind me. I instinctively turned my head. "What's—" Before the word could leave my mouth, I came face to face with Hudson. He was wearing a sharp black suit, the top two buttons undone, casting a dark, half-smile down at me from his razor-sharp features. His expression clearly said: Keep going. My legs started shaking involuntarily. Realizing the impending doom, Zoe let out an awkward laugh and patted my shoulder. "Uh, Maya, I just remembered I have an emergency." Without looking back, Zoe bolted, leaving me alone with him in the bar. I watched the corner of Hudson's mouth twitch. It looked like a smile, but also like blatant mockery. Then, slowly and deliberately, he raised his hands and signed to me. You... didn't... feel anything... that night? I knew sign language. The very first day I learned Hudson would need hearing aids for the rest of his life, I immediately went out and learned ASL. But right now, every sign he made landed heavily on my chest, suffocating me. My instinct was to run, but I forced myself to stay glued to the stool. "Th-that night, just forget about it. I'm pretending nothing happened." I didn't want one mutually consensual accident to complicate our relationship forever. But I clearly underestimated Hudson. His jaw locked. He stepped forward and scooped me up into his arms, carrying me bridal style. No matter how hard I thrashed, he held me in a vice grip. I panicked, struggling wildly. "Hudson, what are you doing?! Put me down!" It wasn't until we were out of the bar that he looked down. His thin lips parted, mouthing the words with absolute clarity. "I'm going to... make you feel it."
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