Allison's POV
1st week:
My days consisted of a very similar schedule. Every morning I woke up in a huge bed all by myself, feeling cold and alone. I always looked over to the other side, wishing Isaac was there. After telling myself not to cry, I headed into the bathroom and started the day with a hot shower to relax my body, because I was struggling with a constant body-ache. A word I invented when I just didn't feel good at all.
After that, I made myself breakfast and had coffee. The apartment was huge, and fancy as expected. It also luckily had a library, which I took full advantage of.
For lunch, I always made something quick and usually had it on the beautiful rooftop.
My afternoon contained of some stretching, a nap because I always seem to be tired and maybe movie. Dinner ways always delivered. It always contained of a vegetarian option and a meal with either fish or meat. This was followed by heavenly dessert.
But the absolute highlight of my day was the usual red rose with hat tiny note attached to it. There was no doubt Isaac wrote them each night before he went to bed, sending them over the next day.
The notes always stated that he wanted me to call him and how cold the bed felt without me. It was painful not answering him and letting him know how much I missed him, but I knew I couldn't do that yet.
2nd week:
I soon realized Isaac had cameras hidden in the living room, the library and what I assume was his old office. For some reason I wasn't mad at him about it. Maybe the notes had something to do with it. They soon started having recommendations in it about books that he really liked reading. I always followed the notes and got surprised with one amazing book after another.
He also complimented me one night, saying the red dress I wore last night had been his absolute favourite. The next day a collection of red designer dresses arrived at my door. Knowing he could be watching any time, I went inside the bathroom and changed into one especially liked. One a lot more revealing than the other once.
The following night, the note only said one word: Tease!
3rd week:
On a random Wednesday, I had a knock on my door. I was pleasantly surprised finding Isabella at my door. "I guess we're sisters now." She greets me with a smile and I simply shrug and greet her with a hug. As I prepare us both some coffee, she tells me how happy she is to finally have a sister and also emphasises how sorry she feels about the wedding and how it happened. I soon find out Immanuel told her some details, making me wonder one more thing.
"You know I am happy to see you, but I just wonder if Isaac sent you?"
"No. He doesn't know I am visiting you, I only found out about everything through Immanuel. And believe me, I would have shown up way earlier if I had known." We begin talking about anything and everything and soon it's getting dark out.
"You know Isaac probably knows you're here, right?" I ask her and she nods.
"Yeah, I would be surprised if he doesn't watch you any chance he gets. Aren't you freaked out by the thought of it?" I already asked myself that a few times.
"He's Isaac. His feelings for me aren't normal and if this is his way to not lose control, then it's fine by me." I shrug. "Do you think he listens as well?" I often sang, knowing I was alone. And believe me, I wasn't a good singer, so I wouldn't like Isaac to listen to me.
"No. That's not his style. If he wanted to know, he'd get a lip reader." She casually shrugs, but I don't comment on the absurdity of her words. "Anyways, I better get home or dad's gonna freak." After we hugged goodbye, Isabella proposes one last thing. "How about you call me when you feel like having company. I'm going insane watching mom and dad ignore each other and live their lives like the other doesn't exist." I love that idea, so I quickly get the phone Isaac got me. To both our surprise, her number was already put in as a contact. "He knows us too well." W laugh and then part ways for the night.
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Unforgettable
RomanceA mafia romance where obsession turns into need which results in eiter love or tradgedy.