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

me, you don't want to look at his junk!'

Maybe I want

No

I ignore my burning cheeks and reply "what?" my voice was showing enough annoyance

"boxers"

I rolled my eyes, he took all his clothes except boxers how smart that was, Fox is just a fox, walk to his bag rolling up a black pair, I throw it at him, and as soon as he catches them, he slams the door shut.

While I was having my conflicts, the door open, And there I am, staring at his fabric-covered pee-pee.

Oh for the love of- no seriously god thank you for that ... help

I don't know why I turned in the first place, I was okay with my back to the bathroom, my innocent eyes decayed

"Like what you see?"

Oh god!

He just caught me looking at his junk!

Shrugging nonchalantly, and replay, "Not really", the butthead smiles. A huge-butt smile, I love that freakin' smile. And the A'hole wears it well

"shower before breakfast"

as if I was a child, he can't stop this orders, even if I want to take a shower but I will not do it, first because his scent crammed the bathroom and to me it's too poisonous to my brain and I'm done with his orders, and I'm so hungry too care.

I spray myself with his deodorant in the bag, "Nah. I'm good to Let's go." he pinned me with the icy eye

"You're not going out like that", his words fire from gritted teeth, I stare at him like an idiot, "Put somethin' else on."

is this man idiot, I don't have anything to wear, what else I can put on

"Do I need to remind you that I don't have anything but this?" Walking up to me, he pinches the tank between his fingers annoyingly "This is not appropriate for out."

It's not as if I have many choices, Lifting his hands to his head, he rubs his temples slowly as if he's getting a headache and mutters, "if you fucken lean down I will see your-, your fine ass"

I open my mouth and close it don't know what to say, how he can say something like that and that easily, I'm sure my face read as hell

He breathes deeply and wakes away so I don't care where, and I don't want to look, I don't know why he said that to help or to make me feel like crap, I jumped when I felt a big arms circling me from behind

I look down and his arms were tying the sleeves of his jacket around my waist, my brain was absorbed on his breaths fanning the back of my neck

God help me

That is Fox I can't understand what or why he does anything

huh, I can't believe it, Fox and prude?

His frame is so big, I'm burning up. My heart rate escalates. Why I'm so affected by him? is it because I was sheltered blinded from all these new feelings, and all this new make me every day scared of my hanger getting higher

"let's go" he gave my shoulders few taps as if I was his dude, and walk out

As soon as we're out, Fox closes the door and pulls me close to him. He does this so quickly that I stumble and wrap my arm around his waist for support.

shakily, I lift my eyes looking at him confused, what he is up to

His eyes darken through his smile, he leans forward until we're nose to nose. Splaying his large hands on my hips, he pulls my body close until we're flush with each other.

His mouth, a hairs-breadth away from mine. His breath warms my lips when he utters, "We're newlyweds, remember? When we're out, always be touchin' me, your hands in mine, or some sentimental fuck like that."

Ugh! Jackass!

Rolling my eyes, he laughs through his nose" Oh c'mon princess, instead of thinking of escaping me to your fuck boy, enjoy your moment out with me" my eyes practically roll on the floor, how? How he knows that I'm planning to run to Mathew

"how?" He frowns and gives me a strange look. Slowly, his hands come up to rest on my shoulders, they're warm. I wonder if his mouth is too. I lick my bottom lip and his eyes track my tongue.

"I can read you easily princess; all your emotions are on your face for all to see." I frowned at his words

 in fact, I'm too stunned, my dad used to tell me that my emotions on my face so I can't lie to him because I can't lie

How Fox is so much like him, I mean people could have some same stuff, but my dad and Fox are like a photo and its copy

He pushes my back gently. Then take my hand in his and talk the lead

This man is all business.

Shut up and stop thinking about him. Be smart for once. Listen to me.    

 

chapter 22...The Vow

The dinging of the bell above the door made my soul twitch down to my knees

newlywed couple my butt.

Grin and happy. No one would guess we're a victim and her kidnapper. I can feel the pins and needles running along my spin cause I'm are here to get breakfast with your kidnapper in public like that something usual and every kidnapper and victim do this every day

My inside wants to shake everyone's shoulder gain his or her attention or even yell 'help me, this man abducted me, I'm not his wife I'm his prey'

I think Fox notice the tension because I almost get whiplash when he pulls me into the same side as him.

Close... too close

for the million time I grunt annoyed of his big hand on my hips, moved my fingers to him try to get his hands off or at least lose the grip, I can't sustain this drama anymore it messes with my brain and he takes advantage of the moment

He places his lips at the shell of my ear and whispers, "do it again and I might just put my hand in place you don't want to be touched, princess."

Okay

That undoubtedly shut me up.

A pretty waitress in her young age with blonde hair made as messy bun reaches our table, her honey brown eyes scan us, " I know it's none of my businesses, but I can't stop myself from asking, are you-"

"Oh, We sure are", mentally I hit my head on the table and tug my hair, Fox passes on a brilliant smile and holds his free hand out

"I'm Eric, and this my lovely cutie-pie", I'm restraining myself from falling down laughing, from Fox to Eric and 'cutie-pie'

Waw, well that's not bad in fact I'm little taken aback by the fact of his dull old mind can come up with some syrupy talk

This man should have a job in Hollywood

Still shaking Fox's hand, as if I wasn't here, she was melting like a piece of ice and he was fucking her with his eyes

for a moment before they drafted to the papers in her hand "oh, so sweet, she is really lucky" she whispers her words enough for me and 'Mr. Eric' to hear, oh dear lord just if she knows how lucky I am, I can trade her and she can show me how she will handle one day in his cage

Okay I think that's enough, I just can't help myself "oh yeah, I'm his luckiest cutie-pie, right babe"

Crap, why I said that?

Am I jealous now?

Huh, Not at the least

Fox finally lets her hand go; he looks like he wants to devour me. His gaze is hot and smoldering – intimidating as hell. Smirk shines his buttface, "by all means"

My heart hammers hard in my chest, his words were like to me more than anyone else to catch, I can't even nod

Hair-raising silence, I didn't realize I was hungry until the smell of bacon wafted up into my nose. The first bite confirms it. I'm starved. I finish my plate of eggs, bacon. he's watching me while sipping his coffee and a look of disbelief crosses his features

His lip twitches, and without a word, he moves his plate forward. He didn't eat his pancakes, I douse the pancakes with butter and syrup, licking my fingers all the while, then start wolfing them down.

his eyes still screaming the look of 'where the fuck does it all go'

but who cares what he thinks now, I was busy chowing, giving him cold shoulders enjoying my peaceful time

all break off, when I become aware of two things at the same moment, the bell dinging and, the gun all set under the table, which I don't know what the need, are we attacked again

oh please can't we have day off. Please

"Looks like someone has a good time" I lift my eyes to look and it was a man that I've never seen before, I think he is not from here

his accent agrees, he pulls a chair and join us while his two meaty guards standing like guarding angels behind him

I turned to Fox to ask, I stay put holding on my dear life, don't say anything don't breath don't blink just play dead

The man was seated next to me wasn't Fox, his eyes are dark, the blue like midnight in the dim lighting. It's like seeing him for the first time, nope that's not him, a devil, the devil that own his eyes surfaced out and shaped on his skin.

His face, hang a sign of better to avoid, quote from Mel, 'utterly shit'

His hand clutch on mine, now, I'm face to face with a new, not hideous but terrifying chilling I can sense the death in his gaze, Nothing compared to what I see in his eyes but being greeted by an entirely different creature. He awakens the animal inside of him

A monster, a demon

Something in these eyes telling me someone will die... horribly

"Sergei", that wasn't greeting, that was a grunt with fangs, I can tell that man his old pal

The man turned to me, "Hi, lapochka"

lapo- what?

Wait, I heard this word before

Rider, used to say it as a thing between us but I never know the meaning of it; he always promise to tell me but he never did, before I do anything or even blink, Fox answered instead with another scary roar

"Wait, what you American says" he pauses, playing like he searching for the word "Da" "chill, bro"

Okay, that man needs listens in English because that sounds horrible

"I'm not your fucken bro"

It's dangerously stillness, just deadly dialogues between Fox and his friend, "you didn't change, still do not like me" the man is super nice and tease, and the icy Fox is boiling

"Neither you", pause, "you still loyal as dogs".

Fox 1

Mr. ugly 0

 he murmured few words in his odd language, but I think Fox get them I can tell from the scorching tone 

Here and now, I'm dying to know who that man is? To bring all this tension, have so much effect on the ice king

In view of the fact that I can't get a word, I'll give them their personal space and go back to my pancakes

As if Fox had enough, he blustered asking, "so why the fuck he sent you to me"

The man faces drop-dead serious, looking at Fox in the eye, "I'm here to see if you like his gift yesterday, or not"

My