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

even treat me like a human, and all we do is running or ... killing"

I closed my eyes briefly and sighed. "Okay, what I can do to make this less boring for you and less infuriating for me."

She grinned from ear to ear as I crawled into bed, "Let me think"

I rubbed my face, I'm dead tired, and despite the completely wrong thoughts running around my head of that girl nude and spread out like a feast at Thanksgiving, I'm too tired to do anything but sleep. I've been up for about seventy-two hours straight and need some rest before I fall over.

" Okay, I need ice cream"

"done"

"and, You can.., um" she still googling in her mind how to torture my life "Sing"

"No"

"Dance"

"No"

"Strip down"

"What, no"

"Okay, kiss me"

"Okay, we can discuss this when you get your brain back" pull her to the bed and cover her with sheets hopefully she might turn off

But I was wrong.

"Why that man called you short", I was puzzled but when I realize she means 'Chort' I was shocked, not from how she knows, but why she brings this now and what could I say

"Is your real name short, because you were short when you were a kid?" , I look at her thought she would be angry but she was having some peace lying on pillow letting her hair trip over carelessly, in somehow this conversation was enough amusing to her

"No, it's not my real name" I paused, still reading her hungry eyes, she was dying for more, but i can't and that only what she will get

"I'm no longer short" copying her word, which makes her smile softly

For some strange reasons I don't want to blink, I just keep looking at that view till eternity

Suddenly the moments killer jumps setting not on her goddamn knees but on my dick, still holding on the smug face

I growled. "You know you're annoying, right?" I look at her eyes don't need to be worried or be careful for the first time 

"Yes," she said unconcernedly.Does she realize how flirtatious she is being? I mean, she's fucking rubbing herself on my dick. That's intimate shit right there.  Jesus Hermione Christ.

"You were dropped on your head as a child, weren't you?" trying agonizingly not to put my hands on her ass or her breast

"Once or twice," she mused. "Now, answer me"

I left my brow, "I just did"

"Not that one Foxy" she starts wiggling her brows, I'm so tired to think, but her 'giving you hint' won't stop, besides I like Foxy

"Well, you shit a lot, can you be specific" I feel really of energy, and dead to handle more from this baby, that setting on my dick

"Oh C'mon Statham, I know you avoiding it, but I really need to know do you meant it when you said it's pretty or not"

"Besides I'm not going away till I get my answer" finally she stop pouncing

oh, it's about if her ass pretty or not ... 

 hell hot

"I don't think so," I said, still tiredly, My finger itches to trace the curve and fondle the delicate skin

My whole body feels on fire. I deserve her disgust because her ass isn't the only thing that wasn't turning stiff as a steel rod. There are so many things I like doing for this girl. Things I haven't done in a long, long time.

Although she was gorgeous and I normally wouldn't mind losing my body in a woman like her for a night, but for sure not her

"Why", she cries out, and I blink, Oh shit. She's going to start crying, and I don't need that. Holy fuck do I not need that? , I had never understood women, but what I didn't get now is why she's crying, is it that important

"I don't want to discuss this; you needed an answer I gave it, so go to sleep", I make sure I didn't touch her butt, and sure enough to take her off me, but this little thing is like glue

"No", I sighed; give my best to ignore her ass bouncing on my dick, "is it because it's small"

I don't believe we discuss this, she had a lot of shit to remember in the morning

"Fuck, woman", she stopped rubbing her ass and go biting her fucken lip, which makes things much worse

"God, okay, it's not small, it's ... it's fine", she looks at me throw narrow eyes

"Okay, fine I believe you", she paused before she grips my hands and smashes them on her breast

"Are they okay too"

that's it, even when I was off power, I drop her away, and I swallow a groan with a heroic effort. I need to shut this little girl before I loose hold on myself and on my dick too, he is hairbreadth from coming out and attacking her

I tucked her on her side, make sure she is off and away from me, and but the sheets more tightly around her, Good job, fox. I give myself a little pat on the back. She has no idea what she's doing  and I'm the dirtbag having dirty thoughts about a girl who is just mission to me besides I am older than her by what... a decade even more 

I roar at frustrated "fucken sleep", again she resting her chin on her hand on my chest "What now?" , not really want to know,

"Are you angel or devil", obviously she had the best time

"Sleep" I roar, her annoying voice gone for a moment, give me moment in heaven  

"But angels don't kill "

"You want hole between your eyes" and if I was telling her a joke she was giggling innocently

Innocent my ass

I sink into the bed a little more. She draws closer to me, her head now resting on my shoulder and her left hand absently stroking my chest

"what"

"You get angry easily just like a bull, a hot bull"

"I see....," I murmured, lost in thought. I'd heard of angry drunks, happy drunks, sad drunks, but this was the first time I'd ever encountered a stupid honest drunk.

She bites her lip and then passes a hand over the surface of my body, and it's more erotic than if she had performed a lap dance.

Before I know what going on, her lips pulled me out of my thoughts, It's not like I'm playing the shy school girl, but I didn't see that coming

She's so tender and angelic that I'm surprised. I expected her to be like any whore I slept with, but the girl kissing me is infinitely gentle. Her eyes are closed as if kissing me right is the only thing that matters at the moment.

And...I'm not hating it. That's good. no that's like heaven 

She continues to press soft kisses to my mouth, and I let her, exploring my feelings, I feel like this is what I have always needed, it makes me confused. Shouldn't I be totally fucked up right now?

She pulled away dazed, and notice that her eyes are narrowed with desire, her lids heavy looking at me, and murmuring 'night' and lay down on my chest

I open my mouth angry with her, but she was finally off, snoring in peace

and leaves me feeling like shit 

I groan and closes my eyes, then presses my forehead to her. my hand cups her cheeks. 

"You're killing me, princess. You know that, right?"

all I got was soft moans 

I smiled and pulled the sheets around her. I drag the bathroom trashcan next to her, just in case, and then sit in a chair and watch her for a bit. I have no idea if she's going to wake up and be sick or if she's definitely passed out for the night.

She remains still and quiet, with a little snore erupting from her every once in a while. I can't help but smile just a bit over that. I'm guessing she would be embarrassed to know that she's snoring, even though it's actually cute as hell.

I sigh.

I'm f**king tired and I could easily sleep right here in this chair

And I'm tired. Alone.

And my hand hurts.

 

Fucking A

 

 

Chapter 27.Men.Sex.MacGyver of Texas

 Ana

 

I must've passed out.

Because when I opened my eyes again, I don't know how much I've been unconscious.

Fox sat across the room in a chair with his phone. He didn't look up. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, hoping he wouldn't talk to me.

"I know you're awake."

 

Crap.

Fox turn off his phone, and I heard him shuffled. "We need to talk."

I opened my eyes to see him moving toward the bed with a masculine saunter. "Talk about what?"

"You know what."

yeah, About what I did yesterday, which I don't remember what happened after the few gulps I had. but that was enough for  Fox to cut me to pieces 

 

I avoided making eye contact but knew he watched me. His laser-sharp stare sliced into me with operating precision. It was nerve-racking, though I craved his attention. The problem with Fox was that he was addictive. I don't know why I felt so strongly for a guy I barely knew

 

maybe I was hungry for having a romantic life like anyone else and this dumbo showed up like a tooth fairy.

I needed a distraction until he left. Then, problem solved.

I shook my head and played stupid. "You have to be more specific."

"We need to talk about what you have done yesterday" He smirks and speaks in loud tones

 

No. not really

"What I did?" I said though I meant I'd rather gouge out my eyes with a dull pencil.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, "Shit. You don't even remember."

"uh uh ", I shake my head and quickly regret it

 

Oh god ...

I was dying. There was no other explanation for the way I'm feeling. my head was pounding, and mouth felt like something had crawled inside and died and felt sick to my stomach

 

"Jeez, you look like shit"

Thank you, Sherlock,

He smirks and speaks in loud tones again. "I'd bet you're hungry, princess".

I looked at him, rolled over onto my stomach, and buried my face in a pillow. "I'm not going to breakfast", I need a hole to die inside

 

Fox shuffled around the room, but I didn't look to see what he was doing. Moments later, he yanked me to the end of the bed by my ankle, pulled me into a sitting position, "well technically it's  dinner"

"What" my eyes open wide turning my head and staring numbly at the dark window wondering if it was morning or night.

He handed me some clothes. "Put these on, or I'll do it for you." He stepped back and waited as if he planned to follow through with his threat.

 

 But what is more important he is not fuming, I thought I would be dead by now, he must be playing fox again

"That's it? That's all you're going to say?"

The expectation was killing me, but I sat quietly, wondering what he was thinking. Come on, be you. Yell at me. Punch a wall. Do something.

Anything.

I narrow my sure buffed eyes crossed my arms and sat there, waiting or more daring him, I jumped up as he strode toward me.

 

okay

I changed my mind.

 

"Okay if it will make you feel better, I could take you out back, throw you over the fence, and let the crows eat you"

"Okay, okay, just forget it"

Okay, maybe I should just dismiss

 

"I'm fine,