And what would I find inside the building? What was inside Hudson Pierce, behind the mask he wore so well? But did I really even know him? Could I truly love him based on the little I knew about him? His address had been a mystery to me until two minutes ago when his driver had dropped me off. This was real, a big step-a giant step-moving deeper into Hudson’s life than anyone had ever been before. He probably felt I was safe enough to be left with the doorman who held the door for me while I stood frozen in thought. Jordan had already pulled away from the curb behind me. I paused at the doorway to the Park Avenue high-rise and stared at the building’s name engraved on the stone. The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations.
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