Iris is a therapist who can't seem to find a decent man to save her life. Issac is a mob boss who cant settle down for nothing. What happens with the two encounter each other?
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As I'm 'gently' thrown down on the couch, I roll my eyes, cross my arms and legs.
After I told him no into getting in the car and told him to "make me," he chuckled while turning his head before picking me up and throwing over his shoulder. You would've thought I was getting kidnapped the way I was kicking and screaming. Miles and V just watched as this man was carrying me to the car.
When I was placed in the car, he locked the doors and I heard Issac tell V to bring me clothes and meet back at his place. She nodded and went back into the house, that fucking traitor. I was sure to tell her about herself once I saw her. He got back in the car and the ride back to his was silent, the only thing that could be heard was our breaths.
Finally arriving, he told me to get out the car but I didn't move an inch. I kept looking straight ahead and when he noticed that I wasn't getting out of the car, he didn't say anything and got out the car. He walked to my side of the car, opened my door, unbuckled my seat belt and pulled me out the car, throwing me over his shoulder. Again!
"You're being dramatic, I could've just stayed home." Watching him pour him a glass of whiskey.
"I'll be the judge of that. And the final conclusion is that I'm not being dramatic. Concerned about your safety, Yes but never dramatic." Finishing the glass in one swing.
After five minutes passed, V and Miles walked in with V handing me my bag. I looked at her with total betrayal, she just shrugged at me. Taking my bag, I went upstairs to one of the many rooms that's in the house. "I just wanted to be in my bed, that's it. That's all I wanted." Sitting on the bed.
I can't even be mad at him, all he was trying to do was make sure I was good. But damn he couldn't make sure I was good from my house. Actually never mind, my room was still fucked up and cleaning it would've been my thirteenth reason. All the liquor and wine was poured out, that was really my last reason. Whoever broke into my house was gone have to see me.
I closed my eyes and let out a loud sigh, laying back on the bed, "This hard ass bed." Hate to admit it but Issac bed is where I will be sleeping, he can sleep on the couch.
I sat up, getting off the bed and picked up my bag, walking towards Issca's room. The shower is the first place I go and wash this night away. Getting out, I wrapped a towel around me and walked out into the room to see him sitting on the bed, texting away on his phone. I cleared my throat, getting his attention, "I'm sorry I had an attitude with you, I know you were just trying to make sure I was safe."
"Apology accepted, but I'm still hurt about some of the names you called me. How shall you make it up to me?" Smirking a little.
"By letting you sleep in your own bed tonight. The original plan was to kick you out, he has the only soft bed in this multi-million dollar house." Poking a hip out. He let out a little amused breath, "Sweetheart, I was sleeping in here regardless."
