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

sense tells me to run from this creepy situation but I can't pull a muscle, I didn't move, I can't, I don't want

His cold long big fingers caress the hair down to my ear and I'm shaky and edgy, goosebumps start running in every inch of my soul and it feels ... new, that was too much to bear my eyes shut and my body has gone blazed

Not long until I felt his hot breathy voice on my ears "for the first time you were right"

I open my eyes, am I!! That not a usual thing I hear from him, I'm silly and unwise I hear those words 24/7

He stepped away from me, and that evil look come flooding back, " um, you stink"

Now, I'm craving to dig a hole and hid in

with no more he walked to his bag watching it thoughtfully, like he did nothing like he never created a mess, make me feel mess, I know he is messing with me and I know I shouldn't draw it, but I can't help because I'm weak or I forced but because I like it and I know I'm stupid enough to buy it, from a playful and dangerous man like him

His voice cut me out of my thought muttering something enough for me to hear, "My pants. Fuck no. Won't fit. My boxers you can maybe wear as shorts. They'll be loose as fuck"

My neck got hot and scratchy. The flush reaching all the way up to my skin.

That's official, he is A'hole

I can't see his face, all I see is his wide hulking back and the following way of his tattoo from his chest, it's more like bird a big bird, half of its wing goes to his arm and some of in his back , I never seen tattoo before I've always wanted to have one, just like his, It's remarkable

He turns makes a face "My shirts, they'll be more like nightie on you." and toss it to me, and since I was busy tracing his tattoo or maybe the muscles on his back too, the shirt slap my face that make me earn a chocked nose laugh from him

With no more games and fun, I balled the shirt and headed to the bathroom, and I didn't escape his voice before I close the door "fifteen minutes princess" I rolled my eyes, okay captain

I'm in an army camp not kidnapped, he is much more like my father, all his chats are just orders, do that, don't do that, you are not allowed to do this blah blah.

to tell the truth, I never point the finger at him because that's what old military man do, throwing commands, but this man is far from an army, the illegalness overflowing his blood, he do that just to feel satisfied, fed on people weakness, at least that the way I see it.

I don't care if his friends see him as a hero, but all I see is anonymity, secrecy, and dead heart, but what killing me is why that dead man saved me today, and most killing is till now I don't why I'm here

And at the end I did as I was told, fifteen minutes, I attack the water, luckily I find hot water, I need nothing more than hot water to wash everything, I put some shampoo on my hair I found and his smell filled my nostril

The idea smelling like him and dress his shirt was so amatory, It's strange to me why he is not smelly like the other bad guys like that stupid sick Frank or Mr.Stainy, he was fitting the picture of filthy men, fat, dirty and full marked face and old, but Fox was handsome, fit and yes old not much like Frank but still older, and-

wait, what I'm thinking, my mind decayed

I knew it

That's his fault if he wasn't here if he didn't take off his shirt if he keeps some save distance nothing would happen to my brain

I dry myself and take his shirt, pull it in front of me checking it, he was right it will be like a dress on me, fortunately, it was black, I were no bra no pants and that will be so obvious, and better for everyone to keep hundred meter safety distance

The shirt was rich with his aroma, and I can't push the lure away, and again the black thought rush to my mind, I need seriously to stop reading those erotic stories

As we say, I know he wants me. I've seen the way he looks at me. It's clear he thinks I'm pretty—and naïve.

he needs me he needs to use me and If I'm his favorite fuck toy, he'll keep me on his side and protect me. that's why he keeps saving me because he wants me for his purpose.

He wants me.

What if I try to use this man, for my good, like everyone uses me for their good?, Just like he's nothing

As long as I can use it against him

I'm too stupid to do anything and he will take that chance to use me, that can't happen, and I need to act. I take a deep breath, gather my bravery, and open the door

silent!!

I popped my head; take a quick peek, he still laying on the couch, okay, I can do it, it's just a bare leg. not a big deal

He relaxes on the couch and pulls the blanket over himself. He looks exhausted, and part of me feels a little bad that he bleed so much and go through hell. 

The scared part of me doesn't care though, on the other hand, my mind screaming at me to run over to him and shake him awake and protect me from the world.

Nope, I'm fine, Yes, I'm fine, I shoot him a suspicious look, but his eyes are closed and his face is relaxed as he sleeps.

Good

Now, I'm clean, I'm clothed and no Fox. I should be feeling human now, more relaxed. Instead, I'm shaking with fear, I climbed the bed and tug the sheets tighter around me, still looking at him sleeping peacefully.

if run from here frank definitely will find me I'm going to end up in a whorehouse if I go home my stepmom will drag me to frank with her hands, If I tell Fox the truth, though, will he care?

I'm struck how Fox has become the only safe thing in my life, and my shelter to hide    

 

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chapter 21... Photo and its Copy

Pee

no, 

I don't want to pee

*squirm*

no please I just slept I don't want to open my eyes, please

*squirm*

ough, fine

I get up but back to bed like rubber, I feel like moving into something firm, my eyes flutter open. 

I try to turn, but it seems I have seatbelts around. Looking down, I see the seatbelt is actually a muscular arm cinched around my waist.

In a minute I'm fully awake, I realize someone is breathing into my neck and cemented to me. Deeper to my butt.

When I hear HIM whine in his sleep, my eyes widen. "Is that what I think it is?"

My brain drooling texting me, "no need to urinate, we have a hard-on pressed against our ass and a delicious man in our bed. I'm out." Then the sign hanged again.

Gone fishen

My heart races and I swallow hard. The polite thing to do would be to push of his arm and get out of bed, but I'm so darn that I just can't find the will to do that. In addition, my bladder will explode anytime

His arms strong, he pressed up against me as if I'm his giant teddy bear.

I'll never admit it to anyone, ever, but I like Fox. I don't know what it is about him. For all I know, I have Stockholm syndrome.

My brain rolls its eyes at me muttering, "Yeah. Whatever."

Okay. Fine. I don't have Stockholm syndrome.

His wiggles behind me stopped the fight between my brain and I, Then he loosens his hold completely before standing quickly and making his way to the bathroom.

Holy crap

The bathroom

"Wait" I cry, throwing the sheets in the air and squirm/run  to the bathroom 

I was about to make it in before he put his hand like a stick in the ass stopping me from getting in

I can't hold more so I dropped the act, "what!!!", I scream in his face, polite my ass

"Why to rush babe" he knows why I'm here the tease on his face telling that, but he decided to play jerk from early a.m.

"Oh please" straighten up my coiled form and throw my hands on my hips, "why do you think people need the bathroom, huh"

wiggling my brow, he starts this game if he wants to tease he must take the consequences

his hand still blocking the door as he leans closer to me, I can't help but taking few steps back and my back meet the cold wall make my bladder crying more "I don't know, you tell me"

that's it

he knows I won't say anything but I will do whatever it takes to pee

I gave him sip from the same cup, as I lean forward; "you really wanna know" a flash of shock run in his ice eyes, as his brows knit

Yes,  take that... A'hole

Play my fingers on his bare chest, I know he hates anyone touch him, but all I want is ... Annoyance

My brain cheers ecstatically when his arm let go the knob, I took the chance and open the door screaming, "To do businesses"

in addition, I take my time, hell with his timing, in fact, this is the first time I use the bathroom without him counting as if I was a boom not human 

I know that's so creepy

like nothing happened, I open the door calmly play like him, make a disaster party and play cool like his ice

thanks to you master

I flinched a little when I found him still leaning on the door waiting for me with that smirk on, okay, I guess enough playing I don't plan to go that far with him, he is Satan and I don't know what he could do

So I downed my head and walk silently to the bed, I guess "so you were awake" I stopped dead in my place, I don't dare to turn because my face was like tomato, I don't know what that means

The door closed as the shower turns on, I sighed in relief

Huh, what he thinks himself, actually I don't know what brought him from his sofa to stuck at my ass, and it wasn't that good in fact not good even a little, I've experimented better

my mind rolled his eyes again, I palmed my forehead, who I'm kidding, This idiot airhead messing with my brain more and more every day

I need to stay away from him; I don't want to get infected by his allure

I look at the bed, I don't feel going back sleeping. It's no fun without him anyways, I mean it's already morning

ough... god help me

"princess"

A'hole

princess my butt, I knew he won't drop it, I won't turn nope I will never look even if I'm dying to steal a glance to see how it looks like, you know how big?

Shut it, no, no you don't want to do that, my brain advising me 'girl, believe