perfect disaster - Raya Arona (classic romance novels txt) 📗

from me. Ducking my head, I scream in shock and use my forearm to cover my face.

I feel a wet warmth on my forehead and on my arm. Looking around, I see Dan yelling so hard the veins in his neck bulge. He motions for me to come to him but I can't move.

I'm petrified.    

Confusion seeps through me. I can't comprehend what's happening. All I know is that it's bad. Another explosion. Closer this time. The house shakes feverishly.

gray... all I can see is gray 

and suddenly I felt arms wrapping around my waist and pull me away, breath fanning my neck from behind whispering something in my ears, but right now I can't process anything  

 

chapter 19... Save

So here I am, standing in the middle of a dingy motel room.

I'm here after spending almost seven hours in the back of a vehicle with Fox. Then again, let me correct myself a skyrocket, it was a skyrocket with four tires, well Dan turn the vehicle to that skyrocket he didn't drove he winged us

This might not have been an issue if the guy knew the meaning of the words 'lighten up'. Alas, we're talking about Fox. The guy's meaning of relaxed is park himself in the chair while rubbernecking me leaning noiselessly against the window.

A little creepy if you ask me.

The car stopped suddenly, the back door opened and I found myself being dragged to a motel room that looked like its previous occupants were cockroaches.

Fox paces in front of me and barks into the cell phone, I catch some of it and the other was in either his creepy strange language or munching the words, but all I can see is anger, fairly, I will give whoever who did that a credit for altering Fox's face.

"No, just find any fucking thing, there's must be things use your fucking eye's Rider", and He stops pacing, looks me up and down and says, "Uh huh." Pause. "Uh huh." Pause once more.

"Fine. She needs clothes." Pause. "I don't fucken' know! Underwear maybe and bras and any fuckin' things that won't draw attention to her." Silence, then, "no. I asked them not to disturb us. We're on our honeymoon."

My eyes almost roll on the floor

Married? me and him

The thought of being married to Fox is so absurd, no everything is absurd that the laughter I try to suppress forces its way out. Hard. And loud.

That's it

Busting a gut laughing, tears roll down my cheeks as I lean my hip on the back of the sofa. That what was my beautiful life lacking

Fox watches me with a scowl. He does this a long while before he presses me on the wall and covers my mouth with his hand. All that does is make me laugh harder. He growls, "Shut it"

Finally getting a hold of myself, I suppress the laughter; His arm falls lower, cross my shoulders in blink spinning me and gluing me on his torso with only one hand. I try to pull away but he has other ideas. As if he doesn't even realize it, he talks away with his arm still around me. I'm not sure what to do here. When his thumb absently strokes my shoulder, my core clenches at the feeling of his heat radiating to my back, and my eyes flutter closed.

Jeez, he smells so good. Like small trees and something fresh and outdoorsy. His body is so big and hard, yet toasty warm. With one arm, he has me wrapped up tight. Not just now even when we were in the car also at the explosions I realize after a time that hand and that voice on my ears was him

Moreover, I like it. A handful of erotic scenarios run through my head. Fox throwing me on the bed and telling me he's going to take me right there. Fox pushing me to my knees and challenging me to make him hard. Fox joining me in the too-small shower, soaping up my body. Fox bending me over the-

"hello!!"

Rudely ripping me from my delicious thoughts. Whoa. Totally need to give it a rest with the erotic stories. ...But I like them!

My face falls and I mutter, "Sorry didn't hear you"

finally, he let me go and move around to the duffel bag on the floor, I don't know what was in there but I want to know so I just sat on the bed watching him, as he opened the zipper and there were a clothes and small bags and weapons a lot of weapons

My heart stutter when I saw the weapons, hell if I can escape from here, this man is so dangerous and he loved weapons as if they were his girlfriend, they are so clean and shiny, then he pulled out a T-shirt a big T-shirt. We have clothes, or he has clothes and pants even boxers he was fully prepared, did he knew that will happen

"you knew from the begging that will happen don't you? That's why you are fully equipped and that why you came to my room" his hand still grasping the shirt, he takes a few steps toward me. His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing, his nostrils flaring as he burning me with his anger that makes my blood run cold.

"I, uh... I didn't mean..." Pulling my legs back "I do" he cut me, and pause still daggering me with his eyes

"and you were very near from death when I ran into you" he utters before pointing to his side to his bleeding wound. "This was gifted to you sweetheart, but you were lucky or stupid enough to not taking it"

Those words stall me as my stomach sinks. I gape at him. Dead? I'm supposed to be dead; but he risks himself and takes that bullet That panic surfaces again so quickly that I can feel it viciously rising, bile burning my throat.

I was engrossed in being dead, I am not social I haven't many people in my life, and one friend and my family, so why all this mess, at the first every gang want to kidnap me and now they want my head, what I did to deserve this

"Why everyone wants me dead, what I did to deserve death" I pause scripting mentally the most important question "why you take a bullet for me" He stares at me, still standing just near his bag, his hands in his pocket, his stance full of ease. He's not at all uncomfortable having this conversation.

Does anything bother him?

"I'm not sure yet and because I couldn't in good conscience let you eat that bullet"

I stare at him as those words sink in. Ignoring the fact that he is my kidnapper, I feel a peculiar sense of relief. If what he says is true, that makes him my savior... my knight in shining armor, even if I refuse to buy into being the damsel in distress.

He turns with his shirt walking to the bathroom, my eyes dart to the bag on the floor, yes maybe he saved my life but I can't believe him yet, there's a lot behind that appealing face

I crawl to the bag in the corner of the room. I try lifting it but it's heavy, so I do what any other lazy person would do. I tip it upside-down as the contents spill out all over the place.

The sound of the shower starting giving me few minutes to snoop through Fox's things. Quick as I can, I spread it all out and look down wide-eyed in wonder.

How the hell did all this fit into that small bag? When he back all this

There are approximately five sets of Fox's clothes, deodorant, new toothbrushes and toothpaste, something that looks like a mini electronic tablet, USB sticks, and my eyes widen even more when I spot the collection of switchblades.

It looks like a hunting knife, running my hand down the back of the blade, Fox says in an eerie calm, "Not planning to take me out, are ya, princess?"

my heart beating noise fell the silence between us, I'm just staring at him, my mind shut down I don't know what to say or even how I think

Fox in a towel.

in a towel stalking towards me.

His frame is so big that he can't even wrap the small towel around his waist, With every step he takes, I see more of his muscular thigh. His short hair dark as night and his body glisten with drops of heavenly dew.

Sweet baby Jesus. Is it hot in here?

I'm burning up. My heart rate escalates. Once he reaches me, he bends down to collect a new set of clothes and snatches the knife out of my hand. He's so quick with his hands that he has the knife back in its place within a second.

Eyes still trained on the blade, I whisper, "I want you to teach me how to use this."

His rumbling laughter fills the room. "Yeah, I don't think so"

"Why, what if I need to protect myself from anyone like tonight while you god knows where, or even, even protect myself from you, cause all the more so I'm still"

"You won't need it" his expression shifts. It's like he's been doused in gasoline, washing away every other feeling as fire sparks inside of him. I can see it in his eyes, the bright blue hue darkening, as they narrow, turning cloudy and murky, like a storm is waging. My muscles grow taut as he takes a sudden step toward me. I instinctively want to step back, but I can already feel the bed edge on the back of my legs.

"Remember what I told you before," he asks, his voice low, "no one can lay a finger on you as well as no soul can save you from me"

No, of course not.

I stare into those eyes, cursing myself for upsetting him. He says nothing, just staring back, his expression as hard as stone. Seconds pass, seconds that feel like they last a lifetime before a knock on door catches my attention.

And his too

In less than a minute his fingers tense around the gun and take careful steps to the door, the air was hushed tell three slow steady knocks on the door filled my ears, Fox suddenly downed the gun but still in his veiny arm

all I do is stare like a stupid at what happens, he opens the door and Rider were standing there with a shopping bag in his hand and smile in his face, the difference was the plastic bad thrown to Fox while the smile was for me.

"You okay, lapochka" my brows hanged up, lapo-what?

Before I give my answer, Fox voice mutter something in his strange language, slam the door on Rider's face and take the bottles with the plastic bag marching to the bathroom

I frowned as I can't keep my curiosity down I followed him since the door was still open I can take a peek, what if he was totally naked, I don't mind looking too

no, I won't

Maybe a little

he set up shop in the bathroom putting joggers, well that was so fast and one bottle in his hands which I assume it is alcohol but all that seems fine to me but what didn't hit my understanding is when he pours the