Not Going To Forget

Isabelle preferred working at the bookshop rather than the diner. She had to wear clothes she wasn't necessarily comfortable in, but it did make her more money. It was a lot more running around, it did keep her fit for late night runs. If you know what I mean. The worst was the drunk guys that would toy with her feelings, if she cared what guys thought of her it might actually hurt her.

She had worked sense 8:30, and it was 6:00. Double shift meant she was going to work till midnight, so another six hours to go. Once it hit ten o' clock the drunks came in. They would tell her how cute she looked, asked when she got off, but she would ignore them or deny them. One guy took it further than the rest that night. 

"Hey beautiful, can I get a refill?"

"Sure, but beautiful isn't my name." 

"Right sorry." half drunk he looked at her name tag. "Isabelle, beautiful." Trying to grabbed it, he missed and grabbed her boob. Chance's were it wasn't a mistake though.

"Sir this is highly inappropriate." Pushing away from the guy, he grabbed her arm.

"Isabelle, Isabelle, Isabelle your cute have a drink with me."

"No thank you." Pulling her arm away from him, she went up and started to refill his drink.

Turning when she hear a man from the bar call her over 

"Wow some guys are just dick's."

"Yeah only the drunk one's." Laughing she realized he was drunk hoping it didn't offend him.

"Ha, most are yes, do you mind getting me a whiskey?"

"Sure!" Grabbing a glass she filled it and handed it to him, and he handed her the money. 

"Isabelle that is a very pretty name, and I'm not super drunk." Which Isabelle blushed. "My name is Steven, it's nice to meet you." 

Upon hearing his name Isabelle felt her throat closing up. She felt as if she was choking. Putting the money in the register she smiled at him, and went out back. As soon as she got to the back door she could already feel her hands shaking. She needed fresh air, she couldn't be in this building, she felt trapped.

Getting outside she about fainted at the table, she knew every guy named Steven wasn't him, but it still terrified her. Steven had been her ex trying to say that she was his. She didn't want to be owned so she ran to this town. Has it been luck that he hasn't found her, or is he here taunting her? She couldn't think like that, he could be here. It was more than being owned that scared her, causing her to still feel panicked.

"You know I can make him not be able to touch you, or anyone ever again." 

The voice startled her, but she didn't show it. She knew what Steven's voice sounded like, both of them, and it wasn't them. It wasn't the guy in the bar, so who was he?

"I don't think that's necessary he was just drunk." Not turning to face the man.

"So what your telling me is your letting a drunk guy bother you, make you have a panic attack." It wasn't the case, but she wasn't about to let him know that.

"Okay fuck you buddy, you don't know what I'm dealing with, so how about you go and bug someone else."

He had laughed at this, and it made her get up and turn around. When she turned around she saw Chase, Chase Mckay. Staring at her making her jump back. Smacking her leg on the bench wincing, she sat down trying to hid the pain. Either Chase didn't care or he didn't see it, but he didn't respond. Instead he sat at the other end.

"Sorry just thought I could help."

"I don't need your help so maybe you should just go away." She didn't sound as scary shaking from the cold.

He may not have responded to her hurting herself, but he did respond to this. He took his grey jacket off, and wrapped it around her arms.

"Are you drunk?" looking into his eyes, she tried to figure out why he was being nice to her. From what she read he was ruthless.

"I'm not as bad as people say I am, and no Isabelle I'm not dunk, I don't drink."

This surprised her what surprised her more the way that her name sounded coming from his mouth, or the fact that he didn't drink.

"Isabelle is your name right? Chase looked at Isabelle trying to see what she was thinking.

All Isabelle could do was nod this man was strange. The way he came back to make sure she was okay, ignore her hurting, but cover her with his jacket. Had what she read about him been wrong?

"I should probably get back to work, my break is almost over."

This time it was Chase's turn to nod, he stood up to follow her, but she turn around.

"I'm okay now, you don't need to follow me." 

"I'm not following you."

"Oh really, then what are you doing?" Just then she realized, he was waiting for her to get inside and for her to hand his jacket back. "Sorry I forgot" Starting to take of his jacket he came closer, so that she could feel his breath on her's.

"I'm not following you, and if your cold you can wear it. I'm hear for business, I had no clue you worked here." Fixing the jacket he placed around her shoulders.

He looked down at her, make Isabelle blush even harder than she had ever done for Steven. With him around she forgot everything she was trying to hard to forget. He brushed her cheek, and she leaned into it. It felt so right, so perfect. She didn't know why, but she didn't want it to end. Before she could leave Chase pulled her into him by the collar of his coat kissing her, more passionately than the night before. He wanted her to remember his kiss.

As he kissed her, her world fell apart. The walls she put up came down, all the insecurities were gone. He knew what he was doing, he kissed her lips as if she was the last women in the world. His hands trailed down to her waists and stopped holding her tightly. Pulling away he looked at her face.

"What happen tonight if it wasn't that drunk guy?" His voice was soft, she wanted to tell him but she couldn't. All the walls went up.

"I can't Chase I don't know you."

He kissed her again silencing her words. Yes he wanted to know, wanted to help but he didn't want to push her away either. It was Isabelle's turn to push him away.

'I can't do this with you Chase." 

"That's good because I'm dangerous, you should stay away from me."

"Why do I get the feeling that is not true?" Isabelle couldn't walk away all she could do was stare in his eyes.

Chase sighed "Well maybe you could handle it, but your dangerous, and I should stay away from you."

Before Isabelle could get another word out, and before Chase could do something he regretted he chose to walk back in the diner, not saying another word. Leaving her speechless in his jacket.