Chapter 24

**CHAPTER 24**

**"Let's go, Miss,"** said Miracle, and Allison nodded then they began to saunter off, leaving Richard by the doorway.

The entire walk was silent and slow. 'How big is this estate that it takes us long to walk to my room?' she asked herself while roaming her eyes around. The walls were plain and white, every door they passed by had the same fleur-de-lys design and the wooden floor was neatly polished. His property was more than what her parents could afford. The thought made her smirk. Maybe that's why she wanted them to marry Hades because he had lots of money, lots and lots of money.

"So, how did you meet the Master, Mistress?" she heard Miracle's voice ask, she looked at the young woman and saw her face beet red, she was blushing!

"I...I'm sorry, Misstress. I don't mean to pry. I mean it's just tha..."

"No, it's fine," she cut off and gave her a sweet smile. "But I don't want to talk about it right now. I feel tired," she explained. Based on Miracle's actions, Allison concluded that the former had a little crush on Hades.

Miracle nodded shyly. "Okay, Miss."

Finally, they stopped at a door that had an odd design among the others. The others were obsolete and uniformly designed, made of oak, finely varnished, and carefully designed with fleur-de-lys but the door before her was black. It was probably also made of oak but was painted in black and was flimsily carved with various handsome curves. 'This must be his room' she assumed.

"This is your room, Mistress," said Miracle, confirming Allison's assumption.

"Thank you, you may go now," she said to the maid who nodded and bowed to her for the last time before leaving. She watched the latter walk away until she was lost in the shadows. Allison sighed and faced the door before holding the knob and opening it.

The cold breeze given by the air conditioner gave her the chills. She shivered as she turned the air conditioner off using a remote control from the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed, she stared at the dark, empty walls with tired eyes as she gathered her thoughts. She thought he was living in the apartment where they did the deed. But it seemed that she was wrong.

Allison let out a sigh before going to the bathroom. She wanted to cleanse herself from the sinful impurities sent by Hades' touch, especially his kisses. A few minutes passed by and she was finished, she made her way out of the bathroom towards the walk-in closet, completely naked. She wasn't able to find where the bathrobe was. When she opened the door of the walk-in closet, her eyes widened in aghast as she realized that she didn't bring her clothes! She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, internally cursing Hades for suddenly dragging her to a whirlwind mess.

'Hopefully, Brent could bring me my things ASAP,' she thought nonchalantly. Having no choice, she sighed and roamed her eyes around, there were various clothes hung, folded, and piled. Hades had it all, from the dress shirts to coats to neckties to jackets, t-shirts, name them all! Too tired to pick wrack her brains, she picked a dark boxer shorts and a white t-shirt and wore them. The boxer short was big and loose, and it made her groan since she needed to find ways to how to make them fit her, thankfully a few knots was the solution. The t-shirt, however, was huge that the hem fell to her knees, almost looking like a dress but it felt comfortable somehow. She turned the back air conditioner on, walked to the bed comfortably, and laid down, closing her red, puffy, tired eyes to sleep.

Allison opened her eyes for the fifth time, she couldn't sleep. Her eyes may be tired and sleepy but she couldn't sleep. She tried to sleep many times but it seemed that her body was in total disagreement with her eyes. She rose from the bed and looked at the digital alarm clock to check what time was it. 11:24. 'It's already late,' she thought. She shook her head and laid down on the bed once again, trying to get herself to sleep but she couldn't.

She opened her eyes once again, staring at the white ceiling, thinking what she should do so she could sleep. A memory then flashed her mind. When she was young, she would go to Mr. Marshall and would wake him up to tell him that she couldn't sleep. She remembered the olden butler would sigh and bring her to the kitchen to make her a glass of milk. The memory gave her an idea. She went on her feet, turned the air conditioner off, and made her way to the pantry to drink some milk.

It took her long before she found the huge island kitchen, the whole estate sure was big when seen on the outside but she never expected it to be too huge and spacious inside. Finding the place felt like searching a dead noble's treasure.

As soon as she found the pantry, she grabbed a glass and went to the two-door refrigerator. She opened the ref's doors and her eyes quickly found the carton of milk, she grabbed it and poured the milk into the glass. She was about to lift the glass to her lips when a pair of arms suddenly embraced her. She wasn't surprised anymore. She already knew him by his scent and the way he held her possessively. It was no other than Hades.

"What?" that was all she could muster. She stayed quiet, waiting for his next move.

She felt his embrace tightening. "What are you doing here?" she felt him place his chin on the top of her head. As much as she wanted to raise her shoulder forcefully to yank him away, she remained still as she was tired.

"I can't sleep, I'm about to drink some milk. It'll help me sleep. Hopefully," she answered.

She heard him sigh before his hands moved to her arms to turn her around. She thought that was only it but he suddenly lifted her into the air, making her shriek. Not long after, she felt her butt was placed on the kitchen island.

She lifted her head and met Hades' gloomy, stormy grey eyes. He wrapped his arms around her once again, pulling her body close to his with his head resting on her breasts. She didn't know what was going on but she remained still. He was breathing heavily like one would do when upset, she observed, and it made her raise a brow in wonder. 'Why would he be?' she thought. She was the one who was supposed to be upset.

"I'm sorry..."