Unforgettable

Chapter 6 I "You said my name."

Allison's POV

Delusional man.

Well kind of. He was delusional thinking I'd fall in love with him. Yet I was also delusional, thinking there was a way out of this. I mean, the flight took us about 7 hours, and I don't think his eyes strayed from me once. Not once. Well until I got up and walked to the back of the plane, laying on the bed. You'd think I wouldn't be able to sleep after his confession of stalking me in my bedroom, yet somehow I fell asleep within minutes. Luckily it was the nice flight attendant who woke me before landing.

"I'm looking forward seeing you all tanned." Isaac whispers into my eyes after creeping up behind me once more as I was walking down the stairs of the private jet. Let's not forget the possessive hand that he kept on my waist the whole time we walked to the car.

"So no prison room for me in your vacation home?" I ask sarcastically, hoping to piss him of.

"No vacation home this time." He counters, leaving me get in the car being confused. We're going camping or what?

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A yacht. 150 meters long. 7 decks high. A helipad in the front and several terraces in the back. Let's not forget the enormous main living room and the beautiful bedroom Isaac led me to.

"This is gorgeous." I murmur to myself, looking outside the window from the cabin he called my bedroom. Thankful that we didn't share a room, I let myself enjoy the view for once. The Italian coat right in front of me and the warm blue water right below. This must be heaven.

"Not as beautiful as you." If it wasn't for him. Urgh I hated how close he always got to me. And I hated how he didn't just wan anything physical from me, but emotions as well. This was hardcore.

"I have a proposal." I offer. After a lot of thinking on the plane, I came up with an idea. This wasn't a good way out of this, but better than letting him corrupt me.

"What is it?" He asks curiously, his hands this time massaging my shoulders. Damn, this shouldn't feel good.

"I'll give myself to you." I start, hearing him still for a second before moving his hands again. "For one night." If a night of sex with him was what it would take, then I'll do it. He wasn't ugly, he didn't stink and after everything he said, he seemed like he knew how to please a woman. My only fear was he'd hurt me. I was the definition of a vanilla girl. "You can do what you want and then you'll let me go." I finish my proposal, knowing I could survive a night with him. How long could he last? 10 minutes? Maybe he'll want two or three rounds. That was doable.

"No." he sternly says and disappointed in his answer, I turn around, his hands, skilled as they are, don't leave my body. Facing him and breathing in that heavenly scent, I sigh.

"Why not, that's a fair deal." I protest.

"Baby, the second I get a taste of you, I won't be able to stop. A night isn't enough for what I've been dreaming about." He casually states, pressing a kiss onto my shoulder and softly trailing more along my neck.

"W-what exactly did you- uhm dream about?" Curiosity got me. His kisses makes me almost lean into him, since it felt so good.

"You. Mainly." He whispers against my skin, smiling when he notices the goosebumps forming. Betrayal of my own body. "You in my bed, in my kitchen, in my bathroom, in the shower. And it always ends with my mouth on your sweet pussy." He-he...why would he dream about this? "Easy, baby." Oh shit, I said that out loud in my state of need. "The thought of your legs over my shoulders, you taste on my tongue and your sweet little moans in my ears, is enough to make me come harder than ever before." His lips have reached my ear and start nibbling on my earlobes, finding my weakness as I grab a hold of his shoulder with one hand.