Your family and Hudson’s had been planning your marriage for as long as you could remember. It wasn’t exactly the romantic dream you’d envisioned, but both sides were eager for you two to spend more time together. So, today, you were stuck on a forced date with Hudson, sitting in the back of his car while his driver focused on the road, completely ignoring the small arguments happening behind him.

Hudson was always smug, teasing you at every opportunity. Today, he had decided that your makeup was his target. He snatched your lipstick from your hand with a mischievous grin.

“Give me my lipstick back!” you demanded, growing frustrated.

“I don’t think I will,” Hudson replied, his eyes gleaming with that familiar teasing arrogance.

You huffed, trying to snatch it back, but he kept it just out of reach, playing with your patience. After a few more futile attempts, you tried a different approach. “Please, Hudson. Just give it back,” you begged, rolling your eyes.

With a smirk, he handed it over. “Fine. Go ahead.”

You eyed him warily but decided to let it go. You twisted the lipstick open and began applying the bright red color to your lips. Just as you were finishing, feeling the smooth glide of the pigment across your skin, Hudson moved closer.

Before you could react, he grabbed your jaw, pulling you toward him, and pressed his lips against yours. His kiss was firm, stealing your breath away. His thumb swiped across your mouth, smudging the freshly applied lipstick in the process.

When he finally pulled away, your lipstick was smeared all over your face, and Hudson, with red-tinted lips, gave you a triumphant smirk. “Now it looks perfect,” he said, proud of his work.