Unforgettable

Chapter 24 I "Tell me what you think, baby."

Allisons's POV

Leaving me alone all day after I threw up so badly this morning, I cried, was one thing. But being over an hour later, was another. The sound of the doorbell makes me huff annoyed as I get up. A security guard opens the door and closes it before turning around. "Mrs. Moretti, these are for you." He hands me a large bouquet of roses. Isaac.

Seconds later my phone rings and I roll my eyes when I read the caller-id. I answer the call, purposely taking my time. "Thank you, Brian. That was so sweet of you." I say in an annoyingly high-pitched voice before turning my attention to the call. "If it isn't my husband calling, the father of my unborn child." I say sarcastically and head into the living room.

"If you want to get my staff in problems, go on baby." I could hear the smirk in his voice as he chuckles.

"You're the one in trouble right now. Where are you? I'm worried." I tell him, taking a sniff of the roses and smiling at their beautiful scent.

"I'm glad you like them." He says and my head snaps up. "Other side." He smirks and I look at the other side of the large living room, knowing there were cameras here. I knew only Isaac had access to the footage and his staff if he allowed it.

Right then, an idea came to my head. "So you like watching your wife being all alone at home, rather than spending your nights with her in bed?" I don't look in the direction of the camera, instead slowly walking over to the couch.

"Baby, there's nothing I want to do more." His voice was strained, so I knew I got him. "But I promised you the house of your dreams, so I'll be stuck here for the night."

"You never promised me that." I giggle, laying down on the sofa.

"I do now." He counters. "You look fucking gorgeous, baby." It was weird, knowing he watched me talk to him, but also strangely comforting.

"Yeah?" I ask innocently. "You know...this pregnancy has my hormones all over the place somehow." I start and begin running my fingertips up and down my belly. "I'm getting very needy- especially at nights, you know." I could hear his breathing getting faster, telling me everything went as planned.

"Don't fucking play with me now." He warns me, but I only smile to myself.

"No, I'm thinking of playing with myself a little...you know, since my husband isn't here to take care of my needs." I let out a soft sigh, bending my knees, so my feet were flat of the sofa.

"Don't you dare touch yourself right now." He warns again, but I didn't care. Whatever he will do to me later, I'll get an orgasm out of it.

"What do you wanna do about it? You're not here to stop me." I tease and let my hand travel slowly in between my legs. The dress made it easy for me to reach my pussy and since I didn't seem to like underwear right now, I was completely on display.

"Fuck-" He groans and I moan softly when I start playing with my clit.

"I wish you were the one touching me, Isaac." I tell him, deciding to provoke him until he breaks. "I love it when you play with my clit, you always make me feels so- ahh" I moan louder as I find a rhythm that I know will make me come.

"You're fucking killing me, baby." He sounded so tense, I loved it. "Turn your body, I want to see." He demands, but I didn't do a thing.

"You could have been here, Isaac. You could be the one fucking me right now- so deep, so hard-fuck, I'm close." I whimper into the phone, feeling my inner walls clench. It was nothing like foreplay with Isaac, but it was good, knowing he was watching me, hating himself for being miles away.