"What's the problem?" He asked.
"Nothing" I mumbled.
How was I supposed to say that I hated Hannah?
Well, she hated me as well.
Mutual hate, isn't it?
Hades started walking out of the bathroom. I rolled my eyes as my mind drifted to Hannah. She hated me. I didn't have anything against her until she called me a gold digger. Just as Hades reached the door, he stopped. He turned around and stared at me before walking back in.
"What the fuck is wrong?" He demanded while walking to me. Soon, I could feel his breath fanning over my face.
"You bought me stuffs that Hannah usually wears! Do I look like Hannah to you?" I asked.
"I didn't buy these" he repeated calmly.
"Why does your security guard buy stuff for Hannah?" I asked him.
"Because she would usually stay at my house and wouldn't have anything to wear" Hades responded.
I showed him the door.
"Get out"
