Part Ninety-Five

“What the fuck are you doing, Hudson?”

Dominic stood with his arms crossed and looked 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 and took the cucumbers off his eyes. “My skin needs to rest, Dominic. Life is stressful.”

“Is he high?” Cooper asked.

“Rafi said that if I don’t take care of my skin now, I’ll regret it when I’m older,” Hudson said and laid back down.

“Rafi knows what she’s talking about,” Austin said and stroked his beard.

“Fucking pansies,” Ethan muttered.

“Isn’t it your turn tomorrow, Ethan?” Rafaella asked him and his smile disappeared. Dominic chuckled as he turned and walked back inside the house.

“You’re not cutting my hair or putting stuff on my face,” Ethan said and turned on his heel as Austin and Hudson laughed loudly.

Dominic made his way to his study and sighed when he sat down behind his desk. He still hadn’t told Far