CHAPTER 90

**Kapittel 90**

**Time flew fast and it was already a new day.** Allison and Hades spent the whole day as if it was their last day on Earth. In the morning, they went Kitesurfing at the Kite Surf School Polynesie, experienced an amazing Jetboard Adventure, and spent the entire afternoon doing a 4x4 Cultural Island Tour and Sunset Expedition.

It didn't take too long for the sun to finally set and the moon made its way into sight. After having a grandeur dinner at Bloody Mary's, the two decided to take a stroll at the sandy beach, holding hand in hand, letting the small particles of sand tickle the soles of their feet whilst individually brainstorming what to do or where to go next. Both were already bodily drained with all the activities they'd done together but were mentally stimulated The night was still young and the two were craving for more stirs to spend while it was still early.

"Where do you want to go now, hmm?" Hades asked her, his voice sultry and husky which made Allison think that it sounded so good that she could hear it all day. He had an arm wrapped around her shoulders possessively while his free hand was holding hers gently, like a fragile piece from China.

"I don't know... maybe off to a club or something," she answered his question and held his fingers with hers tightly, leaning unto his neatly sculpted. The man's body was pretty warm and cozy that she wanted to make his God-graced body her mattress. Throughout the entire day, she'd witnessed a side of him that she had blindly seen most of the time. The overly sweet and caring version of Hades, the overly in love version of Hades. She saw it. She felt it. The way he looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, the way he held her carefully like he was very afraid of breaking her. The way he lovingly spoke to her with his caramel smooth voice made her spine shudder and her legs go jelly out of sappiness. Sometimes, she'd ponder of finding Alexandre and ask him about the beer that his clique brought, thinking that it gave an odd effect on the man.

"I think I wanna have a drink or two," she added before looking at him with pleading puppy eyes. One thing she learned during their trip in Bora Bora was that he couldn't resist her, especially whenever she looked at him with her eyes pleading, and by adding a finishing touch of talking to him in a very baby-like way, he would immediately give up and give her what she wanted. He was willing to do everything and anything for her, clearly verifying himself as a man in love. He was a man every woman would want and swoon for, why hadn't she noticed this?

Worry flashed in his steel-grey eyes. "But, ba..."

She cut him off and pouted her lips. "Please, Hades?"

He stared at her for a few moments before heaving a deep sigh. "Fine, but just a drink or two, all right?" she forgot; he also would act up like a stuck-up, overly-protective parent, she'd even mistake him for a bodyguard sometimes.

She nodded eagerly at his approval. "Of course!" and so they headed to the first bar they found.

**Allison squinted her eyes** when she laid her eyes inside the club. It was like any other bar back in New York and the evening party at the resort nights ago, wild and loud. The neon lights and lasers were blinding which was causing her eyes to hurt like hell and the place reeked of alcohol and death-bringing sweat. People around were occupied with dancing, smashing and grinding their animated and perspiring bodies against each other, following the music's heart-pounding beat, while others were busy having sex on the lounges and corners, which made her grimace in disdain as they could have done that in a private area.

'So, bars never had different motifs even in different settings,' she concluded.

"Love," she was pulled away from the state of woolgathering when Hades called her and gripped her body tightly. She looked at him with inquiring eyes.

"You okay?" he asked her and she nodded wordlessly.

"I'm good, I just find this place quite... similar to the bars back in New York," she told him, "But anyway, let's hang," she then said as she gripped in his hand tightly, beginning their heavy adventure to the counter.

"Qui avons-nous ici?" welcomed a well-heeled French-accented voice to the couple when they arrived at the counter. She looked at the counter and saw a guy on the other side of the counter. He had this beautiful pair of smiling black eyes looking at her in a very speculating manner, she did not miss his warm smile that bore the deep dimples on either side of his cheeks.

'He must be the bartender,' she thought when she saw the two bottles of different liquors on each of his hands.

She was about to open her mouth and greet the guy but Hades beat her to it. "Bonjour," the man who was holding her possessively greeted, his voice silky and oddly warm like how café au lait acts on her throat. He spoke French like a natural.

The bartender's eyes shifted from hers to Hades', he nodded at the latter respectively, "Bonjour, monsieur," then his eyes laid back to her again, "Bonjour, ma cherie mademoiselle." His voice was kind and very welcome.

"Bonjour," she greeted the bartender, a wide smile forming on her lips. She mentally thanked her parents for educating her French.

She eyed the bartender stealthily. He owned a pair of almond-shaped eyes that had pitch-black irises, a slim yet sharp nose that gave him a huge point of appeal along with his highly defined cheekbones and strong jaw. Despite his burning masculine sex appeal caused by his hot face and substantial physique, he looked very cute with his deep dimples and a small smile. He was very handsome. He had a combination of cuteness, sex appeal, and beauty, but deep inside her inner self was yelling loudly that Hades was more handsome and hot than him.

The bartender grabbed a mixer out of nowhere and began mixing the two liquors that he had been holding since they arrived at the bar. He poured ample amounts of liquid fastidiously yet gracefully, his eyes not trained on what he was mixing, but on her while she sat down on the stool. "Que puis-je vous obtenir?" he asked her sweetly and began throwing the mixer in the air, rendering the woman to become amazed.

"Je voudrais u—"

"Arrête de te montrer à ma fille, connard. Ell est à moi," Hades suddenly interrupted, cutting her off. She faced him and was about to chide him but she stiffened when she saw his eyes burning with unaccountable rage and jealousy. Anxiety held her shoulder tightly with blithe and at proudest when she saw his hand clenched into a fist and began trembling violently. She gazed back at his face almost squirmed on the stool upon seeing his face. He wasn't angry. He was furious.

"Tout à moi," he added through gritted teeth that rendered her spine shiver.

All mine.

She immediately reached a hand and held his large bicep, which immediately caught his attention. The man turned his head and faced her with glaring eyes. Once those clean slates of luster silver met hers, they immediately melted like ice thawed by the sunlight. "Ma douce," he muttered softly.

She forced herself to give off a seductive smile as she felt her heart beating erratically. If she wanted to calm him down, then she needed to do this. She ran her hand on his bicep up and down, sensually, erotically. She almost sighed in relief when she saw him close his eyes as his adam's apple bobbed down then up back again. "Why don't we go off for a dance?" she offered him sweetly. 'Work! Work! Work!' She helplessly prayed.

She was taken aback and gasped loudly when he held her wrist, stopping her from touching him. All the blood left her face when he stood up from the stool, his eyes never leaving hers. Allison's breathing hitched when he grabbed her with a gentle force, smashing her to the hard chest. She bit her lower lip and tried to yank her hand away but he held her back with his free hand as he leaned to her and whispered with a husky voice, "Don't seduce me here if you don't want me to send you on the counter and fuck your tight pussy hard in front of that motherfucking son of a bitch, love." Now, he was talking dirty to her!

An invisible hand made its way and gripped each finger on her delicate neck, stifling her air. She didn't know what to say or react, her brain still could not take in the fact that he just talked dirty to her. Hades, who acted gently and gentlemanly towards her, was talking like a beast who she thought he was.

He gently grazed his fingers on her chin, which rendered the woman to be taken away from her reverie. "Understand?" he asked her, his voice sultry and wrapped with undeniable lust.

His words made her a bit annoyed, which made her reply, "Who are you that I should take orders from?"

"A response expected from my girl," he muttered with a chuckle before apologizing and dragging her to the dance floor.