Not wanting to waste any thoughts on Ally, he shifted gears and thought about Erica, Nakia and moving. He glanced around his bedroom. Stacked moving boxes covered much of the floor space in the bedroom, and a smile kicked up the corners of his lips. Tomorrow, he’d be moving into his new home, and the excitement he hadn’t been able to shake since closing on the place bubbled inside of him.
It wasn’t the first house he’d ever bought, but this purchase was different. This was where he planned to spend the rest of his life. And if all went well, he wouldn’t be living there alone. All he had to do was convince Erica to spend the rest of her life with him and Nakia.
His cell phone vibrated again, and seeing that it was Ally, he did what he should’ve done months ago—he blocked her number.
With renewed energy, Hudson headed to the bathroom to shower.
A short while later, he strolled down the hallway toward the front of the apartment. He turned on lights and maneuvered around boxes. He and Riley, one of his coworkers and best friends, were going to start moving some of the items later that afternoon. Hudson couldn’t wait until everything was cleared out.
He turned on some music, making sure to keep the volume low, then started the coffee. Erica wasn’t a big breakfast eater, but she wouldn’t be able to resist the sweet and savory treat he had planned for her.
Thirty minutes later, the meal was ready.
“Tell me that’s not your mother’s famous cinnamon rolls I smell,” Erica’s sexy voice said over the music playing.
Hudson whirled around. A smile broke out on his face at the sight of her in his white dress shirt. It was held closed by three buttons, and it hung off of one shoulder, barely hiding her womanly curves. The garment stopped at her knees and showed off long legs.
“God, I love when you wear my shirts.” He pulled her close then slid his hands under the hem of the shirt and cupped her butt cheeks.
“I love the way you squeeze me,” she crooned moments before his lips covered hers and he kissed her deeply.
“Now that’s the way to start the day,” he said as he slowly released her.
“I agree. That, and waking up to the smell of cinnamon goodness.” She glanced into the kitchen. “So those are your mother’s recipe. Yum. I can’t wait to dig in, but first, I need coffee. Somebody kept me up late.”
“I had fun with you last night, or should I say this morning?” He kissed the top of her head and pointed to one of the barstools. “Have a seat. I’ll bring everything to you.”
“How do you feel? I see you changed the bandage near your ear.”
“Yeah, it got a little wet in the shower, but I think the stitches are fine.”
“Let me take a look.”
“Not right now. You need to eat.”
The cut beneath his ear had been deep enough to require eight stitches. He’d sustained a couple of bruises on his arm and thigh, but nothing as bad as it could’ve been. The fight had gotten out of hand quickly, but with the help of the hotel’s security, they’d managed to settle everyone down.
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