Nathan's POV:
I am son of a rich family! I'm expected highly of, to achieve greatness. My father sent me to America for a business conference. I wasn't complaining! I needed to get away, life in Scotland was becoming suffocating and boring. The same things every single day, repeating itself over and over again until I couldn't breathe.
The plane ride back to Scotland was more than interesting. It was life changing! Walking casually up the plane the toilet in sight. My eyes search around the many faces for anyone reasonably attractive. My hand reached for the toilet door handle. It flung wide before a small figure whacked into my chest. What the actual fu... My thought was stopped as shaky blue/green eyes reached mine. She mumbled a small apology as I steadied her from falling any further. Her delicate face held a mean looking bruise. A fire seemed to light suddenly in the pit of my stomach. I wanted to punch whoever did this to her. She walked pass me quickly and down the plane before sitting down. She was tiny, skinny tiny, the kind of skinny that made you fear slightly for her life. My imagination ran wild at all the scenarios of what her life was like.
Her bruised face was tattooed into my brain. I even purposely stood up acting like I was going back to the toilet to get another good look at her. Her short legs were folded under her as she held a book in her hands. She seemed so peaceful as her mind raced as the story played out. I wanted to know what she was reading, I wanted to know her.
Waiting impatiently at the baggage claim I glanced around searching for her face. My eyes caught her small frame moving through the crowd. I followed her eyes as she stared down a yellow suitcase. I lept forward. I didn't know what I was doing but I felt like I had to. Grabbing the suitcase I stepped back as her head whipped around. Confusion and a small ounce of fear filled her beautiful eyes. I introduced myself gleefully, I wanted to hear her voice. She responded quickly before taking her case and storming away.
Isabelle Crane! It felt painful watching her walk away. What is wrong with me? I need coffee! Meeting the fresh air I walked to my car. Oh how I missed my Jag. The sight of her nearly brought tears to my eyes.
My mother being the bossy person she is forced me to take a plate of lasagne to the new residents at our rental home on the other side of town. I was slightly nervous and a little hopeful. Pulling up in front of the house I was confused by why my Aunts Range Rover was parked outside. I knocked loudly on the door. Snow flakes fell through the air making the scene like something out of a movie.
Aunt Kate opened the door wide, she ushered me eagerly into the kitchen where I stood frozen. Isabelle Crane? She leaned against the counter dressed in a baggy hoodie and leggings. She nibbled nervously on a biscuit, the bruise had faded slightly around her eye as she ignored my stare.
The evening I had learnt a lot! She had run from an abusive piece of shit of a man to save herself and her child. She was pregnant, part of me could only but imagine what it would be like to have a child. I had offered her my time if she needed any help with anything even the baby once it was born.
I wasn't really one to offer myself so carelessly unless there was something in return. That what my father taught me. Never give anything for free! I spent the next 2 months sitting in my office trying to distract myself with work. Those bloody soft blue eyes seeped into my brain when I least expected it. It was torture knowing she was literally 4 miles from my current position.
When I was younger I rebelled against my parents tight enclosure of rules. I wanted to do what I deemed fit, I slept with woman all over the place and inked my skin trying to prove I wasn't going to bow down to their regulations and restrictions. It only lasted a couples years until I realised I had nothing. I was rotting from the inside out trying to find a purpose to my life. That's when my little brother was put in hospital after being hit by a car on his bike. I finally realised that what I had was more important than what I thought I wanted. I changed completely. My dad took me back in which surprised me but he said he had done the same at my age so he understood. I earned my stay and built up my own wealth. Then that's when I meet Isabelle.
I was flipping casually through some pages of a law book when my phone rung. Answering I balanced the phone between my fingers as I read down the page. It was like my whole body was electrocuted. I jolted upright at her voice whacking my knee against the table. I held back some choice words as her voice swirled around my brain. She wanted my help! She needed my help! I immediately said yes before hanging up. Smoothing my fingers through my hair I let out a deep breath as a huge smile possessed my face. Holy shit what is happening to me?
Pulling up in front of her house. I checked my hair in the rare vision mirror and made sure I didn't have toothpaste around my mouth. Climbing out I strode to the front door with unknown confidence. Should I knock? Or should I just go in? Fuck what am I doing? I knocked before opening the door slowly. Isabelle stood there stunned. Shit I messed it up! She was beautiful! Her brown curly hair was pulled up into a messy bun and she wore dark skinny jeans and a black hoodie, comfortable yet still classy! We walked to the car before she burst out in excitement over the Jag. My heart swelled as she mused over my baby.
I watched as she treasured the moment of being inside a Jag, her slim fingers glided over the interior like it was made of flaked gold.
I pulled the trolley out of her grasp as we walked into the grocery store. She huffed silently making me chuckle. Chuckle? God what is happening to me? She skimmed down the aisle pulling random food items off shelves and placing them in the trolley before halfing the space so I could do my shopping also. She seemed unfazed by my anxiety of being so close to her, my hands shook slightly.
The second that delicate snort left her mouth it was like time stood still. She stared at me like I was holding a gun to her head while I was trying not to laugh. Then she ran! I wasn't entirely sure how to react, confusion and fear gripped me. The thought of her leaving felt like a having a knife shoved through my chest. Storming around the supermarket searching frantically until her familiar figure caught my eye. The way she looked, shocked and fearful as I spun her around holding two tubs of ice cream. She was perfect in so many ways that I couldn't describe.
The soft weight on my side woke me. I fell asleep with Isabelle beside me. I've never done that before! I could feel her eyes staring at me. Opening mine my heart exploded at the sight of her. An apologetic gaze was cast on me as I stared curiously. From that moment I knew I was hooked!
