Unforgettable

Chapter 9 I "Pull the trigger?"

Allisson's POV

What the hell have I just done?

After quickly ending the call, throwing the phone away and running to my bedroom, I panic. Sexual innuendos with Isaac was the last thing I should have done. He is never shy to admit his attraction towards me, so I was playing with fire. I couldn't possibly give him the wrong impression.

I mean what I just did was so unlike me.

I'm not a sexual person. If I am completely honest, I am not even sure I actually like sex. I never had an orgasm while having sex. And the few times a guy went down on me (I could count that on one hand by the way) I felt nothing really. It's sad, but I only had sex since everyone says it is part of a relationship. And I don't want to be single, so I had sex. Well with two men. Both of them, I went out with for a few weeks, never longer than three months. Because in the end the idea of having sex with them every night just made me want to be single again.

What was the point anyway. Having a guy push his fingers inside you to "warm you up" and then wait until he comes with a weird groan. Then you lie about having a good time and leave because I am weird and just don't want the other one to feel uncomfortable.

So yeah, that is the sad story about my sex life.

But weirdly, every time Isaac told me about his intentions with me, I felt my core tighten. He always talked about doing things for me, making me come and never how it would feel for him. He was confusing.

Realising I fucked up, I just spend the day on the yacht. I knew Isaac wouldn't show up here anytime soon, so I simply took my time and enjoyed the boat while I still could do so. It was nice- peaceful. In the mornings I was greeted with a huge table of breakfast, including all types of juices, coffee and fruits. For lunch, I usually had something light, so I could devour an amazing dinner beneath the stars at night. It was great. Well for the first two days. Then a third day came around and eventually a fourth. I ran out of books I liked, my willingness to watch movies and my skin was so tanned already, I just couldn't stand the heat anymore.

After one whole damn week as a damn prisoner, I once again freaked.

What was it with this guy?

Kidnapping me, holding me hostage, showing me a good time out, before the whole damn circle began again. I had enough.

The morning of my eighth day here, I stormed towards Oskar, the senior steward on board. "Oskar, I demand to see the asshole. Right fucking now." My manners around Oskar- the only person I really talked to the past week- were usually very good, but right now my patience ran out.

"Ally, I am afraid I can't arrange that." He tells me with a apologizing expression.

"NO, you have to call him and tell him to let me go." I cross my arms in front of my chest to make a point. I wasn't backing down now.

"Ally, please-"

"I will jump overboard or strip my clothes for every man on this boat to see, I do not care right now. If he isn't getting me of this ship this instant, I will make him regret this." Oskar's eyes widen at my

threats. We both knew Isaac didn't want any other man to see me naked. That was probably the reason why he chose Oskar to be there for me, since he was gay.

"Alright." Oskar sighs. "I'll call him."

"Thank you, Oskar." I tell him genuinely. I stayed while he dialled a number on the ship's phone and then patiently waited until someone picked up.

"Yes, this is Oskar. I will have to speak to Mr. Moretti." He answers the phone. "Thank you, Ms. Lisa." We both wait a second, before Oskar tenses up vividly, making it obvious that Isaac answered the phone. "Good morning, sir.- Yes, I am calling because of a request of Ms. Callahan. – Yes, mhh. "He tenses more and I wonder what the asshole was saying. "No, she didn't exactly like them I assume." He cringes and I immediately know what Isaac asked.