Unforgettable

Chapter 17 I "I'm gonna meet your parents."

Allisson's POV

I ignored any conversation happing around me during dinner. All I could focus on was the feeling of Isaac's hand on my thigh. He had finished some time ago, while my plate was still almost completely filled. My appetite wasn't there, but I forced a few bites down, not wanting anyone to notice how I was feeling. The whole family was having dinner together. Isaac on my right with Vanessa on my left, so it left Their parents in front of us. While Isaac's mother dismissed everyone with cold stares, drowning herself in red wine, I still felt Adamo's concerned look on my every now and then.

"I think it's best if we're heading out." Adamo announces after a while, his wife standing up like his words are the biggest relief.

"Ciao." She simply waves and leaves the dining hall, only having me in shock. Her children were probably used to it already.

"Please excuse her." Admon says with a smile, hugging me as a goodbye. "It is all going to work out." He whispers, patting my back two times before letting me go. "Son, we will speak tomorrow." He nods at Isaac, before heading out towards his car.

Then it was Isabella's turn. She hugged me tightly. "I'll see you soon, okay. And make him give you a phone so you can call me." She smiles and then follows after her father, leaving me alone with Isaac. It only takes him a matter of seconds before he has his hands on me again and wrapped in an earthshattering kiss.

"Stop." I tell him, pushing at his chest, actually managing to get away from him this time.

"Baby." He tells me with a warning tone when I dismiss him.

"You and I need to talk. You have to tell me what you have planned, I am sick of being left in the dark, Isaac." My voice was shaking, tears ready to spill and my heart was simply aching. I look up at him, seeing him contemplating, thinking of what to do with me.

"Okay." He eventually agrees. "Lead the way, baby." He nods at me, making me feel like his prey, ready to jump and catch me at any time now. Hesitantly and always keeping a wary eye on him, I walk over to the dining room, taking a seat, waiting for him to do the same, obviously at the head of the table- his usual seat.

"When were you telling me about the marriage thing?" I come straight to the point, knowing that I couldn't trust myself around Isaac, especially not hen he eyed me with so much heat in his eyes.

"Soon." He states, not elaborating.

"What does this mean, Isaac?" I demand to know. Soon could mean anything.

"I would have told you when time the was right, don't worry." Oh how nice of him? Thinking about me not to worry. What bullshit.

"You're playing with my life here, Isaac. And I want you to know that I won't allow you to do this anymore." I stand up, trying to use the position to my advantage. "I will not agree to marry you." I finally state, knowing it is the right thing to do. Isaac had to know this. I really expected him to get angry with me, throw insults in my face, threaten me...but he doesn't. No.

Isaac simply rises from his stand and comes to stand in front of me. He stood so close as usual, forcing me to look up at him. "Is that your final answer?" He smirks, his hands reaching to grab a small black box from his suit pants.

"Yes." I stutter, hesitantly watching his eyes move. Then Isaac turns me around slowly, pulling me in to lean against his chest while his arms hold me close. "What are you doing?" I whisper, my voice breaking at the last word in nervousness.

"Do you remember when I kidnapped you?" he asks, his mouth right beside my ear. His words made me shiver, realizing this was the first time he brought the topic up himself. Knowing my voice would come out squeaky and weak, I only nod. "And do you remember when I made you come to Italy with me?" Again, I nod, my heart beating so loudly now, I feared he might hear it. "And do you honestly believe I'll need your permission to make you my wife, baby?" His dark and twisted chuckle forces a gasp from my throat. But as I open my lips to protest, he brings the small little black box up and opens it. "What do you say, Mrs. Moretti?" He asks me, as I stare at the beautiful diamond ring. It was enormous, nothing I have ever seen. Again, typical for Isaac, the ring was just a way to claim me as his.