Unforgettable

Chapter 12 I "Watch me."

Allison's POV

That's my girl. HIS girl.

After Isaac had me shoot at different targets for about an hour, he was called by his housekeeper, saying there was a call he had to take. He stole another kiss and then disappeared into the house. He hadn't kept his hands off me the whole time but seeing him act so casually about everything and calling me his girl had me swooning somehow.

I knew my feelings would bite me in the ass at some time.

For the time being, I told myself to just ignore it and explore the house and gardens. I walked around, taking in the beautiful view over the ocean and once more admiring the yacht that was still parked outside. When I got too hot from the sun, I headed inside and had a look around. I haven't seen much, so I better get acquainted. I specifically avoided the room I visited yesterday, not wanting to be reminded of what had happened there. I found an enormous kitchen, a living room, a giant gym with a hundred different weights lined up by the wall and then an office.

Seeing how clean and organized it was, I suspected it to be Isaac's. Well it was his house so who else's would it be. And everywhere I have been in this house, people just nodded at me and quickly left. I find it weird, but I believe Isaac just has a lot of people working here and doesn't want them to bother him. Understandably.

"Surprised it actually worked."

"AHH." I scream, the voice startling me. Since I was kind of snooping, I had a good reason for freaking out. And seeing a very tall and broad man in the doorway, my fear heightened. "I'm sorry." I blurt out, scared he'd do something. He looked really intimidating.

"What for?" He smirks, stepping inside the room. Speechless, I simply shrug my shoulders. "I should be sorry. If Isaac finds out I talked to you, he's gonna send me back to America." He scrunches his nose up in a cute manner, so unlike his persona. "Hopefully Isabella can keep him occupied." He chuckles.

"You know Isabella?" I believe he talked about Isaac's sister, so I was curious.

"Yeah. She can be a pain in the ass, but she's still my sister." He chuckles. Wait, his sister.

"You're Immanual?" I blurt out, earning a proud smile from him.

"The one and only." He takes a seat in one of the chairs, nodding at the other one. "Come on. Let's talk before he gets back. I wanna get to know to know you." He confesses as I take a seat. Immanuel was very handsome and had many similarities to Isaac.

"You do?" I joke, getting a laugh out of him.

"Yeah, it's always good to know why my brother's been acting crazy." He winks and I feel my cheeks get hotter. Is Isaac really this crazy about me? I can't imagine.

"I can't imagine Isaac acting crazy. He's always so composed." I admit, seeing Immanuel laugh loudly.

"Composed? I'll happily let you know that if it wasn't for me, he'd had you locked up in a castle in the Andees rather than that yacht out there after what happened the other night." He chuckles and then I remember that I have seen him before.

"You were there that night."

"Yeah, sorry for not saying hi then. Wasn't really time for that." Studying Immanuel, I notice he was younger than Isaac, about my age.

"Do you know how Isabella is doing? I haven't heard from her." I was worried about her and sad we couldn't see each other.

"She's okay. Keeps calling daily to check on you actually." He informs me.