Chapter 95
- “What the fuck are you doing, Hudson?”
- Dominic stood with his arms crossed, looking at Hudson, where he lay on a sun lounger with cucumber slices over his eyes and his face covered in green muck. Rafaella was in a similar position on another lounger.
- Hudson lifted his head as he removed the cucumbers from his eyes. “My skin needs to rest, Dominic. Life is stressful.”