Unforgettable

Prologue

Isaac's POV

Legs so long, I want to slowly run my hands from her ankles up to her hips, waiting for her to wrap them around my hips. Curves with skin so smooth, I kiss every inch of and still won't be satisfied. Hair I badly want to wrap around my first and pull her in closer. A face with lips so kissable, I nearly go crazy not having felt them on my own yet.

Three years and I still don't know what has me obsessing over her. I follow her around, keeping her safe and protected, yet something inside of me doesn't dare to get to close. Until tonight. This dress, hugging her curves so good, I've been sporting a hard-on since I saw her. Her brown hair curled to perfection, framing her face so beautifully. And don't forget her lips. Red as blood, so all I can think about is having them wrapped around my cock.

Perfection. She is utter perfection.

Standing in the middle of this bar, she could be wearing sweatpants and I wouldn't be able to look away. She has this aura that make it impossible to leave her alone. Since the first time I have spotted her in an ATM in Chicago, her face has been a constant picture in my head. Alice Carter, an average high-school teacher is my biggest mystery.

Standing on the second floor, hidden in the shadows, I watch her chat away with her colleagues. A group of young teachers, celebrating the beginning of summer in a bar. It shouldn't interest me, but it did. Especially seeing that twenty something year-old teacher eyeing her up and down, too scared to tell her the truth. I knew the truth. I've known since the moment he first eyed her like a piece of meat he was dying for. He's a coward.

My situation is different though. I don't want her like he does. I just need to get over this weird obsession once and for all. But why does it seem harder than usual to leave her tonight. I never watch her for longer than an hour. Tonight it's already been three. Three whole hours and my gaze hasn't left her.

She smiles. She laughs. She looks around the room. She looks down her body, insecure in herself.

Baby, trust me, you're perfect, I think in my head.

It's almost midnight when the music gets turned up and this bar turns into a club. Everyone starts dancing, everyone but Alice. The insecure twat talks to her, urging her to dance, but she declines one...twice and by the third time, my patience snaps.

"Don't leave her out of your sight. The moment she is alone, capture her and get her to the jet, she's coming with me." I tell my men and head for the exit.

That's it, baby. I tell myself I her by my side to get over my obsession and forget her, but deep down I know...this woman is unforgettable.