ISABELLA The Forgotten One

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Bryan walks out, tall and strong. His blue eyes pierce mine as he looks down at me.

Pity and another emotion I don't know, shows. It goes away immediately as he speaks to the man firmly.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

The drunk asshole stands up knocking the chair over, I flinch.

I didn't think it would be that easy to get him to leave.

But no...he just gets up.

He looks down at me and winks.
Disgust covers me.

His friends follow out behind him, giving their own little glares and smirks.

Bryan kneels down next to me gripping my arm.

I jump snapping out of it. I sigh noticing it's him.

I'm safe.

He lifts me up onto my feet. Immediately my head feels heavier.

Holding me close to his chest, he leads me into the break room.

Why is he being so nice?

He is the only person here to remember my name.

Feeling warm and happy inside, for once I don't feel alone, or...unwanted.

I hate to feel that way, but I've started to become used to the feeling.

Which is a horrible thing to get used to.

My body heats up immediately, maybe he does like me.

No... he's not my type. He's blonde and blue eyes. Too perfect, like a Ken doll.

And God knows I'm not.

I stumble over my feet as we walk into the break room.

He lifts me up by my waist, making my insides feel all hot. Placing me on the counter, he moves to the fridge getting some ice.

I've never had a real conversation with Bryan.

I just know he knows about me. The only time we've sat and talked was at my job interview.

He places the ice on my head carefully.

I let out a sigh the ache becoming tolerable.

He stares at me.

I wonder what he's thinking.

What he's trying to find out?

I place my hand over his, letting him know I got it.

It works. He's still standing in front of me.

"Why...are you being so nice to me?" I ask, breaking the silence that was over us.

Looking him in the eyes. A smirk appears on his face.

I look down at my hand feeling embarrassed.

He takes my chin, lifting my head up. I stare into his blue eyes, "I like you, Isabella."

I probably look like an idiot. I hate that he feels this way because I don't feel the same.

He chuckles a little moving in close. Feeling his breath fan over my lips, makes my insides go crazy.

I lean in a little, wanting him.

Needing him.

This doesn't feel right, none of this.

He moves closer, his lips centimeters away. I close my eyes staying still, liking how close he is to me.

Maybe I do want this. Some kind of attention.

But, I cant.

Resting my forehead on his I turn away, shaking my head 'no'.

He pulls away stroking up and down my arm.

His touch gives me goosebumps. Not the good one. He's more eager this time.

Humans are the scariest things ever.

He whispers in my ear, "You know...this can get you a promotion." My eyes widen, as my heart accelerates all over again.

Pushing him away, I jump off the counter.

Regretting it immediately, my head starts to weigh me down.

My brain feels like it's trying to squeeze out my skull with every throb.

Grabbing my jean jacket, I leave.

I don't know why all this weird shit is happening tonight. Why the hell would he think I would want to sleep with him?

I wonder how many other employees he's done that to too.