BRUTAL MINDS (A DARK ROMANCE)

CHAPTER 37- HER LITTLE SKIRT

HAMILTON'S MANSION,
PARKING GARAGE,
NOV 20th,
9:00AM.

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't be coming along."

                 Hades said after thirty minutes of waiting for her. Allison finally walked out of the mansion with her luggage in hand and a sun glass on her face and what was she wearing? A black sleeved turtleneck shirt tucked into the milky coloured mini-skirt she had on, complimented by the long up-to-the knee black winter boots, only not the regular one, this one was more fashionable and had heels.
Quite the fashionista. He thought.
Always in heels. He noted again.

"Well I'm here now, aren't I? If you doubted so much, you could have as well left me." She said, as she flipped her sunglasses over her face to her hair and there was nothing apologetic about the way she shoved her luggage to Hades.
"Seems you're driving today, I'm sure you wouldn't mind." She added, indicating he put her bags in the trunk as she took a seat in front of the car.

                    Hades equally got into the driver's seat after shutting the car's trunk. He turned on the engine and flexed his arm around the steering, setting the car in motion.

"Where are we going?" She finally spoke after a few minutes.
"New York"
"New York?"
That meant they wouldn't need a hotel since he owns a house there. That dreadful mansion. She thought.
"Yes."
"We're going by plane aren't we?"
"My plane."
"A private?"
"Mhmm."
"That's...convenient" She said, sarcasm lingering behind her tone. She had never been on a private before and now all she could think of was just the two of them in the entire suite.
"You don't sound pleased."
"I'm fine."

               Allison rested her head back and shut her eyes. Being in the same space with this Man was always tensing. She could feel the car taking a turn into the highway. The sun streaked through the window, casting a perfect glow on her face, giving her red hair a sort of  animated effect. Hades noticed.

           The shadow of her eyelashes over her face as she shut those eyes, firm. It was all she could do to escape the reality of the present moment. The reality of having to travel alone....with him. She hated him that much? Well odd enough, He found it enjoyable that she hated him.

           He kept his eyes on the road, they were midway to the airport. Taking a side glance at Allison, she was still in her relaxed state, her chest rising and falling as she breathed and something else that caught him off guard.

          Her skirt! Her skirt had rucked up, showing more thighs than he wanted to see. Why the hell did she have to....He let out a sigh. It was the middle of November and as much as the weather was favourable, he was sure it was all a hoax and winter would be upon them soon enough. She could have atleast worn something cozy.

          To be honest, He admired her. The way she turned her life around. Did the brokenness help? Ofcourse it did. He smiled to himself. He admired people who used the pieces of their life to build themselves into something greater instead of sulking and calling on fate. Maybe that was why he could never really love Lisa, she always had everything on her fingertips.

            They would have never made a good match. He was impressed with the woman sitting beside him but he would never show it, she wouldn't even spare him the attention by the way so why try? After the incident with Davian and Esra, He thought she would have never recovered given how feeble she used to be but now, now she's different isn't she?

             Tough lady. He smiled again. Maybe if the circumstances were different they could have worked out. They were so alike in many ways, she was just too mad to see it. What if in another universe they worked? His eyes fell on her thighs again. Having those beauties to himself would have been totally worth it.