Unforgettable

Chapter 13 I "Then ask me something you wanna know."

Allison's POV

Who would have thought? Two major orgasms could really take it out of you. Or maybe it's all the emotional baggage I have been struggling with in the past few weeks. Anyway, after what happened in Isaac's office, he helped me put my panties back on, clearly enjoying how my cheek turned bright red. When I had my jeans back in place and Isaac kissed me so deeply, I almost forgot what just happened and asked him to do it all again, we had lunch.

Well, I didn't eat much. His heated stare all the time made it hard for me to swallow any food, so I took a few bites and drank some water. When we were done, he announced he'd had to leave for a few hours, so I occupied myself otherwise. But when he hadn't returned at midnight, I just went to bad, not even knowing why I was so sad he hasn't come back yet. I should have been happy he didn't have more time to sabotage me into having sex with or something like this.

Anyways, I went to bed alone that night and woke up by myself. Still, the bad mood wasn't gone, so I opened the door to my closet, but seeing all the clothes didn't even cheer me up. They always cheered me up so far. Unlike every other day, I decided to not change this morning. It's not like Isaac hasn't seen me half naked. Today I wanted to have breakfast in my damn pyjamas.

After brushing my teeth, I went downstairs, surprised to hear voices coming from the dining room where I went to get food. The cook had already set the table with food, but this time four large men occupied the room as well. I noticed one of them being Immanuel.

When I entered the room, everyone startled. The men acted like deer caught in the headlights of a car and I was just confused by how everyone looked at me. "Good morning?" I offered them, not getting an answer as I notice the three other men letting their eyes wander up and down my body.

Mhh, wrong day to have breakfast in your revealing, satin pyjamas.

"Uhm, Allison? You're up early." Immanuel states, looking rather in panic.

"I's already nine." I was up only a little earlier than usual, but nothing major. "Did I interrupt you guys? I can come back later." Not wanting to disturb them, I offer this, but Immanuel shakes his head.

"Oh no. Have your breakfast, please. I'll just get them out of here." He gestures at the other three men who haven't stopped looking at me. Come on, you see Italian women all the time, stop ogling me.

"Who are you?" I ask before they leave. I have officially had enough of being left in the dark, so I asked who these men were who were at the house I lived in this early.

"Buongiorno, bella." One of them finally makes out and I even understand that. Especially the look he was giving me. Urgh.

"Fuck off, man." Immanuel interferes. "Quella è la donna del capo." Okay, my Italian didn't go this far.

"What did you just say, Immanuel?" I ask, seeing as everyone's eyes in the room had just widened. The three unfamiliar men were quick to avert their eyes but freeze when something catches their eyes. I knew without turning around that Isaac just entered the room.

"Fareste meglio ad avere una buona spiegazione per essere qui con lei, bastardi. Esci subito da casa mia, cazzo!" All the men, started to leave, but Isaac speaks again. "Not you, brother!" Immanuel tenses up but complies and stays rooted in his spot until it was only the three of us left in the dining room. "Good morning, baby." Isaac then kisses my check from behind before he goes over to the table, filling a glass with orange juice, handing it to me afterwards. "Where are your clothes, baby?" his voice was so calm, it was scary. Isaac didn't like the situation at all, it was clear.