Chapter 37

**CHAPTER 37**

**The kiss gave Hades an insomnia**. Every time he closed his eyes, the scenario of her face leaning for a kiss flashed into his sight, making him flutter his lids open. He could still feel her soft, kissable lips against his cheek, and it was driving him crazy. He felt like a high school teen who was kissed for the first time. They had already kissed and made out before, but why was that smooch driving him sleepless?

Oh, right.

It was Allison who initiated the kiss, not him. It felt so new and so... inexplicable. His whole system was in fireworks the moment her lips were against his. The sparks, the tingles, the chills, he felt them all. And what more was she called him Hades, his name. She was always forced to call him by his name or when she was angry, but this time, she did it to her own accord, and it sounded fucking sexy.

He rose from the sofabed, got on his feet, and went to the bathroom to wash his face. He couldn't suppress smiling while walking to the bathroom. He didn't expect that a mere gift would make Allison kiss him. He then thought that maybe he should give her gifts frequently so he would receive a senseless kiss from her daily. Hades shook his head and thought, 'silly ideas.'

He went to the sink and turned the knob on, caught an amount of water into his enormous palms, ducked his head, and sluiced the water all over his face. He raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. He noticed that his face was entirely red, as if he was tipsy. It was clear that he was flustering, a shred of evidence that he couldn't get over the kiss.

He dried his face with a towel, walked back to his sofabed, and plopped on the soft, heavenly mattresses in an attempt to sleep. Moments, minutes, time began to pass, but he still couldn't find himself succumbing to the sweetness of drowning sleep. He shut his eyes tightly in irritation, tossed, and turned to find the most comfortable position, pulling off and pulling in his comforter, but to no avail, he still couldn't sleep. Hades finally opened his eyes when he felt he had enough, and he was surprised when he saw Allison sleeping peacefully beside him under the covers. She looked like an angel when she was asleep. No, scratch that. She was an angel. A tempting angel. She seduced him in many ways unknowingly. Even lying down on the bed was turning him on.

He sat up and went closer to the edge where the woman was sleeping. He stared at her beautiful face in awe and admiration. He brushed the back of his index finger on her cheek meticulously as if she was a fragile thing and one wrong move would easily break her. She was his gem, his treasure. He didn't know why, but he felt the strong want to protect her, own her, mark her, and make her his. His finger went down to her jaw. He remembered how it clenched in anger hours ago. His eyes brushed to her closed eyes that were glaring, then up to her perfectly arched eyebrows that met in angst hours ago. Like lightning, anger quickly took over his whole system. He was angry at himself. He regretted dragging her with him into the mess. Even after knowing the press caught wind relationship, he should have left her alone for a while instead. The news could have died naturally. His solution brought by his desire brought them to a more complicated problem.

Moreover, it dragged in her friend, whom she cared for so much. And she wouldn't have the animosity against him that created a border between them. They could have been closer by this time if he had taken things slowly. But it was done. It happened already, and he couldn't take it back.

Before, he was always under control. Ever since his father died, he learned how to control everything, even his emotions. But when Allison came, his urges and feelings became uncontrollable, as if his game console's joystick was gone broken. He wasn't thinking rationally. He let his uncontrollable possessiveness take over. Now, look at what happened.

The woman he felt attracted to was angry at him. And the idea of making Allison angry was the last thing he could think of. He hated himself for making her angry. Hades studied her face curiously and mused how hollow and empty he felt before. Yes, he had money, power, and all the things he wanted and needed, but that didn't buy his happiness. His world was a chromatic world of black and white. Boring, in other words.

Something in him was missing, and he knew it, but he couldn't find that something. It was like playing a jigsaw puzzle with a piece hidden somewhere the shadows lurk. But when a petite redhead bumped into him and accidentally spilled her coffee on his shoes out of shock, he felt complete. A light came that made the shadows retreat, rendering him see the missing piece of his jigsaw puzzle. Allison.

Hades' eyes traveled from her face to her fair-sized breasts down to her curvy waist. Desire instantly surged his body, making the muscle between his legs hard. Wild imaginations of him and her making love in every position began to flash before his mind. The atmosphere grew hotter when he imagined her luscious lips parting, letting loud moans escape and shout his name, begging to go faster, to go harder.

'Fuck,' he cursed.

Just looking at her was already turning him on. The beast inside him was roaring, pounding for a way out to take control. He wanted to make love to her now. He tried to get himself inside her and fill her with his juices. He wanted her now, but he couldn't. He couldn't. He respected her as much as how he respected his mother and sister. He must control himself if he didn't want her to hate him more. Their relationship was just beginning to improve.

'But fuck it,' he cursed as he couldn't stop himself.