CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 12
When she arrived, she hastily pressed the button to the condominium and felt the gravity get heavy then became light. Wheezing, she looked at her vague reflection at the elevator's doors, even though it was blurry, it was vivid that she was pale. She gripped on the jacket that he bought for her and chided herself.
‘What a filthy woman you are, Allison.’
She was idle, while the elevator rose to the penthouse. Her mind muddled, both pondering and fretting of what her parents would think if they would be informed that she gave herself freely to a man that she just met two times.
She bit her lower lip as she forced herself to shrug the thought off. The elevator made a small sound and asked for the passcode. She entered it and the doors opened, unveiling her humble abode with her dog, Jojo, sitting on the mat, waiting for his parents with his tongue out and his green orbs focused on the elevator's door. When he saw his mistress, he went on his paws and ambled to Allison with a wagging tail. A smile etched on her lips, she took off her shoes first before she scratched Jojo's fur. The dog reached for her as she leaned down to boop their noses.
"Hey there, boy," she kneeled and scratched the dog's ear. It closed its eyes, relishing the soft sensation caused by her fingers. Allison roamed her eyes around the penthouse and noticed that there was no sign of Brent. She was expecting for him to be waiting at the elevator's doors, with his Adonis-like phizog twisted into a grimace, arms crossed on his chest and thin-lined lips, ready to reprimand her. She looked at the wall clock and realized that it's 7:21. Dawson's already awake before this time of the hour, she thought as she stood up and took off the jacket that Hades bought for her. She touched her neck that was swelling with hickeys and subconsciously, she imagined his strong, large hands roaming all over her body and his lips kissing and biting her skin gently but vehemently, she quivered out from a feeling in her gut and sticky, wet feeling between her legs.
Jojo turned and ambled to the living room to lounge on the mat while Allison sauntered to Brent's room to see if he was there. She knocked on the door and waited for a few moments for him to open it but he didn't. She held the door's knob and twisted it to open the door only to be greeted by an empty room.
"Where could he be?" she mumbled under her breath as she walked to the kitchen to whip some food. She thought it was eccentric that he was out of the house at this hour of daylight. If he's out of the house, surely, Jojo wouldn't be either since they both take him out if someone won't be left in the condo, and if he was outside now, he'll indisputably come home for food since his father froze his accounts because he went over his limit four days ago and he spent all of his monthly allowances in a day.
Allison wore her apron, grabbed a pan, placed it on the stove, and seized some ingredients from the pantry and refrigerator. 'I probably should cook him some stir-fry', she thought as she took a hold of the knife and prepared all the ingredients then started whipping up. While cooking, her thoughts were flying and flooding on what happened to Brent when a notion crossed her mind. 'What if Dawson never came home since last night?'
Instinctively, she turned to the elevator when it made a small ring and the doors slid open, vomiting the person she was worried about. He was still wearing his clothes from last night, his frame was still tall and built but it couldn't conceal that there was something wrong. There was something strange in his stance, his shoulders were drooped down and his face was dark like he's facing a deep dilemma.
"Dawson," she called his name as she turned off the stove and strolled towards him while he was taking off his shoes. Brent looked up and his blue eyes met hers, she almost gasped when she saw the mixed emotions of sadness, dread, and anxiety in them.
"Oh... hey, hun," he greeted with a small voice and smiled which made her more worried. 'It only happened once that he makes that smile,' she thought.
"Are you all right?" she asked and he nodded slightly like he wasn't in the mood to talk or answer questions right now.
"Come, have breakfast." Allison offered and went to the kitchen. He followed then sat on one stool and waited until she gave him a plate full of stir fry, and a cup of hot coffee. He looked at her reluctantly and muttered, "Thanks, sweetheart." Then he began digging in.
She sauntered to the stool beside him and sat down. She gawked at him while he was eating until he finished, internally wondering what was wrong. His neatly ironed clothes last night were now rumpled, his fetching, panty-dropping, calm façade had gone into a troubled and serious expression, and his sunny mood had turned gloomy.
He took a hold of the cup of coffee and began sipping the hot refreshment. She recalled that whenever Brent has problems, he would choose to stay calm, smile, and find an easy way to solve the problem like a slothful cat. She gaped her mouth open but closed it again, hesitating if she should ask him or not. She looked at him and made a few guzzles before giving in to her verdict.
"Dawson, where were you last night?"
He looked at her for seconds, Allison took her time looking at his blue orbs, reaching for him but then he looked away and said, "That's not an easy question, Drew." He took a sip from the cup.
"Dawson, I know there's something wrong," she said and he stiffened. She looked at his hand and noticed that his hand was shaking. 'He's nervous,' she concluded.
Allison touched Brent's gelid, shuddering hand. "I...I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I'm forcing you to open up. Let's not talk about it." she said but he enclosed his hand with hers, tightly, like he's frustrated and was blowing it off by gripping on her hand. 'It only happens once that Dawson is like this,' she thought.
"Dawson..." she invoked his name, reaching out for him. His face was dark but it was clear that he was angry and frustrated, his lips were trembling and his eyes were glaring furiously.
"I..." he trailed off. What has happened that made him stutter in nervousness?
She looked at him with full worry, urging him not to talk about it if he didn't feel like it.
"I...I had sex with Rebecca," he confessed, causing her eyes to grow wide in bewilderment. She looked at him intently before opening her lips. She stood up, wrapped her arms around his shoulder while he silently wept.