The Undisputed Hudson Stewart

08 : Take your hands Off!

Hudson had gone back with Alexandros and Alberto to get his things from his old house but they both kicked against it after seeing what was there.

They had called it trash and bought new things to put in his new room and new clothes also.

Hudson clapped his hand to shake off the dust on it, he stood with his hands placed on his waist, staring at the room with a smile of satisfaction showing how pleased he is plastered on his face, he had decorated as he wanted.

His gaze moved around the wall, his eyes stopped on the portrait photo of his mother that was hung on the wall, apparently she had taken the photo when she was young, far before she gave birth to him.

He remembered always hearing her talk about how that photo meant so much to her because it reminds her of the person that gave it to, she always says it with a smile on her face.

The memories appeared vividly in his head.

He shook his head and stepped out of the room, the apartment he once lived in, can never be compared to the one he is currently living in. It is far bigger, more luxurious, even the bathroom is bigger than his former apartment, not to mention the room. Everything in the house is top notch.

He dipped his hands into his trousers' pockets, touring the house. It's been only two days since he came here and he didn't have a proper time to tour the house because his father was always interrupting. He could tell that his father was trying to know him better and recover lost time.

There were maids walking to and fro, bowing their heads slightly to greet with a smile on their face as they walked past him.

The scent of coffee wafted through the air, Hudson raised his chin up and sniffed the air to trace where the scent was coming from.

"Hudson" he heard the familiar slightly cracked voice of the old man from behind him.

He had two cups of coffee in his hand, he stretched one to him with a smile on his face.

Hudson collected it with a brief smile on his face and a slight nod, the smile broadened as the liquid touched his taste buds.

It is exactly how he liked his coffee prepared.

"How do you… know about this stuff?" he asked with a puzzled expression on his face and his lips slightly curving upward to the top corner.

"Oh, it was while I was watching you, I was also studying you to be sure, it was really you, I can't just give Alexandros a false information, there is a lot of punishment to it" he said with a slight chuckle, that chuckle wasn't light at all, it was dark, void of any positive emotion but filled with fear.

That explained much of who his father is, but he was still curious to know more about him, he seemed like a man of mystery.

"Your surname, Jackson, is trash , you should never use that name again, you are a Stewart, you have always been one, don't worry son," Alberto tapped his shoulder lightly and takes a sip of his coffee, "you will soon know how powerful that name is, soon, just soon" he said with a smirk on his face.

"Who is he… my dad, I mean?" saying the word "dad" with a bit of difficulty while looking at a dark painting of buildings falling apart hung on the wall.

"Well, as you know, he is a Mafia boss and he is the most feared one in and out of the Mafia world."

Alberto followed his gaze to the painting on the wall, he took another sip of his coffee and turned away.

"It seems your father wants to see you, he has been looking for you"

"He just can't seem to get enough of me, huh?" he chuckled softly.

"Oh, there you are, I have been looking for you, Hudson, we have to talk" Alexandros said with a more serious expression on his face.

"In your office?"

"No, don't worry, we can do that, while walking, it seems like you are on a tour around"

*****

Ethan sat on the chair with his legs crossed on the table and a headset on his head, nodding and humming to the loud music that filled his ear, scrolling through the songs on the playlist on his phone, looking for the next song to play.

He has a glass of wine in between the index and middle finger of his left hand.

His phone vibrated in his hand, a call came in, a smile appeared on his cold face instantly as he saw the name of the caller.

"Hello babe" he said, immediately after picking the call.

"I am done with you, Ethan, I can't believe you did that sh*t that I just heard about" a voice that was filled with anger came from the other end of the line.

"Alexis, wh… what do… you mean?" he stuttered and let out a soft chuckle, trying to convince himself that it was a joke but her voice sounded with so much conviction.

"I mean the exact same thing you heard, how can you do that, you pretended to be me and sent him an invitation, you beat him up till he was almost unconscious as if that wasn't enough you lied to me, I can't continue with an a****** like you. I have always tried to tolerate your bullsh*ts but now I am done with that sh*t. It's over between us!"

"I don't know what you mean, Alexis, I don't know what you are talking about" he stood up, pacing around the room with a stressed, pained face, he bit his lips angrily, the expression on his face morphed to that of regret.

"Ha" Alexis laughed out, "do you play me for a fool or what, Ethan?"

"You are denying it when you obviously know that you have been caught," she laughed sarcastically.

"Wait, are you seriously going to break up with me because of that son of a b*tch?" he asked, with a surprised tone, he placed his hand on his chest in disbelief.

"Do you seriously want me to continue in the relationship with a liar and a monster like you?..." she let out a scoff irritatingly. She visibly showed it in her tone that she was getting irritated the more the conversation dragged on.

"Alexis, don't do this" he pleaded, he tried to mask the pain in his voice but he failed terribly at it.

"Nothing on this earth can change my decision!" the beeping sound indicating that the call has ended followed next.

"F*ck!!!" He repeated over and over and over again, letting his phone slip through his fingers and falling to the ground, pulling his headset off his head roughly and combing his hair backwards with his finger.

A mixed expression plastered on his face; unbelief, shock.

He held his chest in pain as he felt his heart tripled in beat, the break up slowly sinking in, he fell on his knees slowly, his eyes widened in pain.

He couldn't believe how miserable he was feeling at the moment, he let out a scoff and shook his head, trying to ward off the pain.

He stood up angrily and picked up the glass of wine, devouring it down his throat on a couple of gulps.

A maid walked in with the bottle of wine in her hand, "do you want me to refill for you sire?" she asked politely.

"Bring it to my room" he said with a hoarse voice and an expressionless face, he masked what he was feeling perfectly with a cold expression, climbing the staircase in long strides.

The maid was putting on the maid uniform which was a black gown that stopped just above the knee and a white mob cap on her head.

She held the bottle of wine and the glass cup shakily, following him closely behind as they walked into his room.

She wanted to protest against it but she couldn't, she had no choice than to go in with her.

"Shut the door" he said coldly as he sat on the only chair in his room.

She did as she was told and placed the wine and the cup on the table, she uncorked the bottle and poured little of its content into the cup stopping just below half of the cup. Her hands were shaking through every step of the way.

She had never been alone with him in his room before, she had heard of things that usually happen here long ago and that scared her, the expression on his face worsened the situation.

She placed the bottle beside the bottle of wine as silently and calmly as she could in that situation and took a few steps backwards.

"I'll be on my way, sir" she said with a slight bow of her head.

"Wait, take off your dress, now" he said with a harsh tone.

"Sir?" she asked again to be sure she heard him correctly.

"Don't make me repeat myself, b****!" he yelled at her angrily, his gaze growing colder as he stared at her.

"Please, I am begging you sir Ethan, please" she pleaded, her eyes clouded with tears

"You all are b****es and you should be treated like one, don't make me repeat myself and do as you are ordered to!" he yelled at her coldly.

"Yes sir" she whimpered and zipped down her gown, letting it fall to the ground slowly, she used one of her hands to cover her n*pples and the other free hand to cover her p*ssy but it barely did the job.

"Take your hands off"

She pretended not to hear what he said, but his cold gaze forced her hands to drop of their own accord.

She bit her lips to fight back the sob that was approaching like a tsunami, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably.

"Good girl" he said with a devilish grin plastered on his face, his eyes filled with lust.