Unforgettable

Chapter 16 I "Be a good girl for me today?"

Allison's POV

I wake up alone in bed. The sun was already high up in the sky, telling me I slept in. But after last night, I deserved it. Before I even stood up, I felt the ache in my core. It was a good ache, one that caused a smile on my face thinking back. Despite everything else that happened yesterday, he still made me feel good about myself. And proved his point that he would chase after me. I can't believe I ever doubted him.

Sitting up, I look over to the other side of the bed, noticing a large bouquet of flowers where Isaac should be laying.

You're beautiful when you're sleeping.

-I

I felt the butterflies in my tummy but chose to ignore them. Instead I took a quick sniff of the roses before getting up to get dressed. But another note on the door stopped me.

Don't bother going back to your old room.

-I

Urgh, why was he always a step ahead of me? Opening the one of the doors leading to a walk-in closet, I am greeted with woman's clothes. Well one side. The other was filled with black, white and grey clothes for Isaac. When looking for what to wear, I spotted another note.

I'm looking forward to ripping these off you later.

-I

Panties. Who would have thought. Not bothering with fighting him, I put them on and grabbed a dress I liked and headed into the bathroom. To no one's surprise, I found a toothbrush and any product I may need already lined up. After I got ready, I headed out, thoughts of Isaac running through my head. Was he home? Are we having breakfast together? Wait, do I want to have breakfast with him? And did I really just call this place my home?

On my way downstairs, I see a couple by the entrance. They're both in their sixties I assume yet looking good for their age. The man seemed very composed while the woman just looked...bitter. A scowl very prominent on her lips, judging the interieur of the house. The man on the other hand seemed more friendly. His former black hair was slowly turning grey, but the suit made him look 10 years younger than he probably was.

"Uhm, hi!" Announcing myself, as I walked the last flight of stairs, I watch them turn to face me.

"Ah, there she is." The man smiles at me, immediately walking towards me with open arms. His English was flawless, even though I thought he was Italian. "It's nice to finally put a name to the face." He chuckles when he hugs me.

"Oh, uhm. And you are?" I ask with a nervous laugh, glancing over to the woman who eyed me with distaste.

"Oh, my mistake." The man smiles. "Adamo Alessandro Matteo Moretti. It's so good to finally meet you." When I hear his last name, my eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. "And that's my wife." He simply adds, not even saying her name.

"I'm getting a drink." She doesn't bother with a hello and simply disappears.

"Oh, uhm. Nice meeting you." I call after her, still knowing my own manners still, before I turn back to her very friendly husband. "You're Isaac's father then." I smile, suddenly seeing all the similarities.

"Yes, mia caro. And please excuse my wife, she's having a specifically bad day." Despite the meaning of his words, his eyes still hold a friendly twinkle when he looks at me. "Have you had breakfast yet? We can talk more over some coffee?" Right when I was about to agree, Isaac appears.

"You won't, we have things to discuss." His interruption was rude, but I wouldn't call him out like that in front of his father. Adamo apparently does.

"Where are your manners?" he shakes his head, making the typical Italian hand gestures. "Some coffee with Allison before we start." He proposes again while Isaac's hand sneaks around my waist.