Free Web NovelChapter 359: Chapter 360 Constant Exhaustion
Christina’s POV
Hudson explained that Genevieve had been doing more than just trying to poison his mind about me and Niall. She’d repeatedly attempted to get him into bed, even trying to slip something into his drink multiple times, hoping to sleep with him and then use it as leverage.
He’d never fallen for it, but constantly being on guard was exhausting him. He was tired of playing defense, so he’d decided to target the root of the problem instead.
"What did you do?" I asked.
"I made her believe she’d slept with me."
"I don’t understand."
"Last night, after you fell asleep, I went to see her. I asked if she wanted to have my child. She said yes. When she went to take a shower, I turned off the lights, left the hotel room, and another man went in. Do you understand now?"
My jaw dropped. "You... that’s... that’s..."
I never would have thought Hudson would stoop to something like this. It just didn’t seem like him.
He seemed to sense my thoughts. "She tried to drug me, multiple times. I was just returning the favor." frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
"Holy shit," Akira whispered. "That’s cold, even for him."
I stood frozen, trying to process what I’d just heard.
"You don’t like that I did this?" he asked.
Honestly, I didn’t. Setting up Genevieve to sleep with some random guy felt like a dirty trick, something beneath him.
But he wasn’t wrong. She had tried to do worse to both of us.
Still...
"I don’t want her to keep bothering us," he continued, "but I can’t physically hurt her because of a promise I made long ago. This was the only permanent solution. You understand, right?"
"I have to go. A client just walked in," I lied, and hung up, my mind spinning.
The conversation bothered me in more ways than one.
It wasn’t just about Genevieve.
"Are you really upset about what he did to that snake?" Akira asked.
"No... yes... I don’t know," I muttered. "But we’ve never actually talked about having children. I know Hudson wants them. As for me..."
"You’re not sure."
What if I told him I didn’t want pups? Not just for now, not for a few years, but ever?
***
The days passed in a strange fog.
By some unspoken agreement, neither Hudson nor I mentioned our uncomfortable conversation.
Genevieve, thankfully, seemed to have disappeared from my life completely.
I wondered if Hudson had done something else to ensure her silence, but something held me back from asking.
Maybe because I wasn’t entirely sure I’d like the answer.
Lately, I’d been feeling constantly drained.
No matter what I did, I couldn’t muster any energy.
I was going to bed early, yet I was still exhausted during the day.
"Maybe you’re coming down with something," Akira suggested.
"Maybe," I sighed, laying my head on my desk at the studio for just a moment. "Or maybe I’m just run ragged from everything."
Between Hudson’s insatiable appetite for me at night and my early mornings at the studio, my body and mind simply hadn’t caught up.
"Christina..." Hudson murmured that night, his voice soft as he moved closer to me after his shower, water droplets still clinging to his chest.
This time, I pushed him away. "I’m exhausted. I just want to sleep."
I knew how this usually went. My resistance always crumbled under his skilled hands, and I’d inevitably get swept up in the pleasure until I couldn’t think straight. The only way to refuse was right at the start, before he could touch me.
"I’ve been so tired lately," I continued. "I can barely keep my eyes open, and I’m even worse at the studio. Please, just let me sleep tonight. I’m completely worn out."
"Are you feeling sick? Maybe you should take time off work. Stay home and rest."
I shook my head. "No, I don’t feel ill, just tired. I think it’s because you want me every night. I’m worn out. I’m not like you. I can’t just keep going and never get tired." ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
"But I’m the one doing all the work," he said with a hint of amusement. "How does that tire you out?"
I shot Hudson an annoyed look. "Anyway, I’m just tired. There’s nothing wrong with me. Just let me get a few proper nights of sleep. Then I’ll be back to my old self."
"Alright," Hudson said, pulling me close.
I could feel the heat of his body against my back and the obvious evidence of his arousal.
But I was already fading, my eyelids growing impossibly heavy. Within moments, I was asleep.
The next morning, I woke up feeling just as drained.
"What time is it?" I mumbled into my pillow.
"Almost eight," Hudson replied. "But if you’re still tired, just sleep a bit longer. Take the day off. What’s going on with you lately? Is it really just exhaustion?"
"It’s all your fault," I grumbled. "You and your insatiable appetite."
"Yes, yes. It’s all my fault. I’m the one to blame," Hudson conceded.
"I’m getting up. I’m going to work."
"You’re so tired, though. Just take the day. Please." His voice softened.
I shook my head. "No. I’ll be fine."
I was determined not to skip work. I got up, washed, had some breakfast, and then Hudson drove me to the studio.
I stumbled into the office, yawning all the way.
Priya took one look at me. "Rough night?"
I’d gone to bed early last night, so I’d expected to feel refreshed. But as the morning dragged on, I was still struggling to keep my eyes open.
What was wrong with me?
"Coffee," Akira suggested. "Strong. Now."
"Good call," I muttered, grabbing my purse.
But just a few steps outside the studio, a force yanked me off my feet.
Someone pulled me roughly into a waiting van.
It happened so fast—I had no time to react or fight back.
