Chapter 15
**CHAPTER 15**
**'He's getting mad,'** she thought. She didn’t want an argument with Brent, it made her feel alone and sad. She regretted asking him about Rebecca. She began doing slow, shallow breaths, earning the courage to apologize, thinking of what she should say.
"Hey." She tugged the sleeve of Brent's shirt. "I'm sorry... I let my curiosity control me without even thinking of how you would feel," she withdrew with her voice pleading for him to forgive her and accept the small apology. A few moments passed before Brent sighed in defeat and looked at her his russet eyes that are filled with sadness.
"I'm sorry, too. It's just that... it pains me to hear her name. I mean, you know that I'm different and I just can't stomach shit in." Allison could feel his pain as the words eluded his lips. She couldn't tell if it was an accident or a mistake. If there should be someone to blame or not. She knew Rebecca's desperation for Brent's affection even though he already dumped her. She knew the longing Rebecca felt because that was what she felt for Dane after they broke up. But what was worse was that what happened to him and Rebecca was also a drunken blunder, like what happened between her and Hades.
"I'll make up to you tomorrow. I'll cook your favorite breakfast even if it's hard to make," she promised. Brent chuckled lightly before kissing her on the forehead. Before, she found the gesture heartbreaking because it reminded her of Dane but now, she found it sweet.
"No need, hun, just accompany me on my shopping tomorrow and we're good," Brent told her, his eyes were back at the TV again.
"I thought we're already good," she pouted her lips even though she thought it was childish to do such a thing.
He chuckled once again. "Yeah, we're good."
"Dawson." She grunted, almost rolling her eyes in aggravation. He's such a confusing idiot sometimes.
Allison woke up the next morning with a bright smile etched on her face. There was nothing that excited her more than putting decorations for Christmas. She had loved Christmas ever since she was a child. Her smile grew even wider when she remembered that she and Brent would be going home to their hometown for Christmas and New Year. It had been months since she saw her parents, she missed them, especially her mom's home-baked pastries.
She got up from her bed and strode to the bathroom to do her morning rituals. After prepping herself, she made her way outside her bedroom to cook breakfast for her and Brent. When she arrived in the kitchen, she saw her best friend, already doing what she was supposed to do.
"Good morning," she greeted as she sat down on a stool on the island counter. He turned his head to look at her and flashed his signature killer smile.
"Good morning," he greeted then he gave her a mug of hot coffee and turned his head back to focus his attention on cooking. Allison sighed in delight when the sweet and hot aroma of coffee wafted into her nose. She opened her eyes and scrutinized Brent's whole appearance, she noticed that he was wearing a grey shirt and white jogger jeans.
"This smells nice..." she trailed off as she gripped her fingers on the cup. She stood up from the stool and strode to the living room. She scrutinized the view outside by the glass walls. The sun was rising to its peak, slowly unveiling the facade of buildings with different girths and elevations. She lifted the cup to her lips and leisurely drank a small sip. By the taste, she noticed it was white coffee. She stared at the white foamed drink. It reminded her of Hades.
A man who has such power and wealth, a man who could destroy one's life with just a snap of his fingers, a man who was both respected and feared, a man who gets anything he wanted. Nevertheless, he was also the beast who held her like she's a fine piece of China, the monster who looked at her with so much love like she was the most admirable woman in the world, the swine who kissed, bit, and licked her skin like she was some sweet candy, the brute who made her restless for nights because of his lingering touch and kisses. She feared him, of course, but she couldn’t deny to herself that she missed him at the same time. She missed his gentle hands, his saccharine kisses, and his stormy grey eyes that expressed his zeal and want for her.
'Does he even ever thinks of like how I think of him? What is he doing now?' she asked herself. Allison bit her lower lip, made a heavy sigh before sipping the coffee again as her pessimistic side suddenly took over. Of course, he wouldn't think of her because he didn’t remember her, she was just some one-night stand, a foolish woman who was deserved to be forgotten. He's probably busy now doing paperwork, signing proposals, reading reports, attending meetings, scolding, and firing employees.
"Hey! Breakfast is ready!" yelled Brent's voice from the kitchen that rendered her bubble of thoughts pop in oblivion. 'Way to ruin the moment,' she thought before she strolled to the kitchen and saw two plates of French toast, bacon, and eggs on the island counter.
"Took you long enough to cook these," she told him before sitting down on the stool and began digging in. The scrumptious taste of the combined French toast, bacon, and eggs made her sigh in delight. Brent's a good cook, even though there was no chef in his family line, he cooked food like he's one professional chef in a famous Italian restaurant.
"Why aren't you still dressed?" asked Brent, who was now wearing his outdoor clothes with scrunched eyebrows when he noticed she wasn't her wearing her outdoor clothes on. Allison almost rolled her eyes in vexation, he sure was excited. Makes sense, shopping was and always would be his main addiction.
She made a huge gulp before replying, "I'm taking my time. Don't rush me, you know I always want to relish a good and decent breakfast."
"Whatever, just make sure we arrive at the mall early than on time. I want to see the latest men's clothes this season," he replied before digging in his food.