Chapter 16

**CHAPTER 16**

**"Mhmm, I wonder what we should buy,"** Brent mumbled to himself while roaming his eyes around the mall. Who wouldn't roam their eyes around the place? It was marvelous! The whole place was already bombarded with Christmas decorations. Every wall, corner, and glass was filled with balls, miniatures, and garlands. The staff was already wearing Santa hats. At the heart of the mall was a giant Christmas tree that stood at its best with the brightness of its lights and variety of its decoration. On the foot of the tree was a giant chair that looked like a king's throne because of its girth, carving, and features. On it sat a man with a fat belly, long, white beard, red and white coat and pants, a man impersonating to be Santa Claus.

"You shouldn't ask, Dawson. Once you see the thing that is the apple of your eye, you'll spend your cash on it without further hesita..." she wasn't able to finish her sentence when she saw a boutique, featuring on the window some baby paraphernalia and a mannequin that was wearing a maternal dress. The sudden thought of Rebecca and her baby surged into her mind.

"What's wrong, Drew?" she was taken aback by Brent's voice. She looked at him in the eye and felt the sudden heavyweight of guilt in her chest. She didn’t want to hide any secrets from him but she didn’t want to break her promise to Rebecca at the same time.

"Nothing," she answered then wrapped her arm around his. "Let's go and find some new bags, shall we?" she offered to him with a queer smile. He looked at her as if he was figuring out what she's thinking but then, gave up and agreed to her offer. As they both wandered from store to store, the hairs of Allison's skin oddly stood as she felt a stingy, tingling feeling of her instinct like she was being watched by someone. She roamed her eyes around but no one was keeping their eyes on her. 'Weird,' she thought before taking her attention back to Brent.

Hades couldn't take it anymore, he couldn’t bear seeing Allison laughing, talking, and touching each other's skin with that person. He wanted to be the one. He wanted to be the only man who could make her laugh and smile. He wanted to be the only man that she would look at with her smiling green eyes. She was his, only his. No other man could touch her but only him. He looked at Brent's hand that was holding her waist as he accompanied the woman who was busy picking bags. How Hades wanted to break it. He imagined how he would break every bone of Brent's body. Brent's sexuality was no excuse to have access to touch Allison.

Fed up from jealousy, he directed the driver in his desired direction and the latter nodded in response before turning on the engine. Hades removed his cuff links and unbuttoned three buttons of his dress shirt so he could breathe steadily, he couldn’t take it anymore. The vile feeling was already strangling him on the neck and he was itching to remove it already, though there was only one solution.

Along the journey, Hades' mind was bombarded with thoughts of himself with Allison like seeing her walking down the pews of the church to the altar, saying their I do's to the priest and their vows to each other that they would never leave each other and only death could part them. Making love to her for the second time in their honeymoon, his member tightened in his slacks when he reminisced how her tight opening made him feel good and addicted. He thought of what memories would they make together along with their child, he pondered about her stomach getting big as months pass by. He would then listen to her 6-month-old stomach when she would feel the baby kick, and they would both laugh as he felt the little one's kick too. A smile etched on his face because of the illusions in his mind, he never thought of a good future without her.

The car halted and the chauffeur opened the car for him and he made his way out. He dialed Jarred's number and pressed it on his ear while waiting for the secretary to answer.

"Sir?" answered Jarred's voice after a few rings.

"Check my schedule and cancel all my appointments that are set from 2 o'clock until closing time," he instructed.

"Yes sir," replied his secretary, and Hades hung up the phone. He placed his phone in his pocket and stared at the façade before him. The house owned by Mr. & Mrs. Jonathan J. Taylor, Allison's parents, and his soon-to-be in-laws.