perfect disaster by Raya Arona (best adventure books to read .txt) 📖

in vivid anger in his voice; I had no intention to show any move or even proclaim my existence

"Nyet"

he stated between his teeth and fisting his free hand, that view makes me go with my decision to keep my mouth shut, not because I am afraid of him being angry

Well I do at the end he is a psycho weirdo freak and he is so mean when he is calm and how it be when he is that fire.

The image of his angry eyes jump back to my mind that was enough to make me gasp internally; I shake my head throwing all this behind. If he notices my fear from him, he will be more arrogant

"ya ne rabotayu ni dlya kogo"

What language is this? , I'm not good at other languages but I know that not an English, the only one with accent is Ryder, i can hear it so clear in his words and I remember him telling me once that he is not from the US but he didn't tell me from where he is exactly

and to Fox, he is fully pure American tongue, and to hear him talking like that with that easiness make me put more questions on who is he ?

holy moly, Is it possible he has anything to do with those large organizations engaged in human trafficking? Or even worse than that

"what!!! "

His rough voice pulled me out of my thoughts back to him; he was staring at me from the kitchen with raised eyebrow fully self-confident like if he is untouched. Wait ...

When he goes to the kitchen, silently I moved past him I had no intention to talk, you know I feel that way much I'm too confused and depressed to talk or to do anything even to eat I don't even feel like eating anything all I want is to just sleep ... maybe all this just over or it's just a bad dream and I'm going to wake up anytime

I jumped when I felt a hand pushing away my hair behind my ear, he using my spacing out to take revenge, still biting on my silence plus try hardly to avoid his eyes

his voice was harsh, masculine and angry

"What's? "

what?

I can hear the worry in his tone, still not taking off his hand neither my eyes meet him, honestly, I like the way his fingers feel against my skin, they were totally opposite him hot and gentle,

I don't know where this going to end but I will take the shot

I flinched when I hear him grunt, hell I forgot that he doesn't like to not be answered and I was still thinking about something when I felt his arm encircle my waist, and his chin rests on the top of my head. Feeling the strong muscles of his abdomen beneath my hands where they rested.

Quickly my situation with clothes jumped to my mind as I start to move uncomfortably

When he felt my resist he pulled back with no words out, I felt his gaze again on me, that makes the whole thing about avoiding his eyes and not to talk blah blah. more Harder

"okay"

With that, I felt myself flying in the air, my arms automatically clasped around his thick neck, and our eyes met at the end

Our faces were so close I can smell his cigarette breath fanned my face, that weird feeling in my stomach appeared again and I'm sure my face is the reddest thing in the world

Swiftly, I turned my face away from him as well as my arm; and turn my attention to my nails as if they were the most interesting thing in the whole universe

no... I'm not going to let him have an effect on me

my eyes grow wide as I look at my legs, oh boy, I totally forgot about the shorts, well, they were the most decent thing I  found in Eva's closet moreover that is my first time ever wearing something that short and here

those things not for me

"Put me down"

As I start struggling to kick my legs in the air, but my soured ankle leaves no time to remind me how much it hurts so I off one and leave the other on

You know if I was speaking to a wall, I thought it will understand  but Fox no, not in million years, as if he becomes deaf he kept walking to the kitchen

"Shush"

as if I were a spoiled child, he sent me that punishing glare and annoyingly I stand still don't dare to move a hair, slowly he put me on the counter and turns to the drawers behind him and start to turn it upside down.

I stare at him with a blank mind, what this guy doing to me I mean seriously, how can a person messed up with your brain like that. 

 any payback  I cooked change quickly with the new face he made or even with his smart moves that make my heart bump like crazy and my thought fuzzed

The thought of being with him makes me frightened, For some reason, I think being with fox would be like another prison

I feel tired physically and emotionally all these things so exhausting, even with me doing nothing just sleep, set and sleep. 

I just noticed all of them start with S

a yelp run out of my mouth when I felt his fingers rested on my ankle undoing the bandage.

he looks at me for minutes then shaking his head and go back to my ankle, I thought to pull my leg or protest but I know it will drown in the sink, or maybe I should let him do that, eventually that's happened because of him 

the mentally evil laugh cut by a sharp pain, my fingers moved to stop whatever he was doing, I don't do that on purpose they just fly by their own I don't know how but they did and unfortunately the rested on his 

my eye still open wide and possibly they will roll on the ground if I hold longer , but Mr. cold... Nah , he left his eyes staring at my fingers

I think that getting creepier and crappier

Quickly I get my hand back, avoiding his gaze acting like nothing happens which that's the truth, I touched many hands before and it goes totally normal, but why with him I got sick and feel a twist in my stomach whenever he touched me

Or when I touch him, what' that means, am I sick or something or I get infected with something or maybe because of my ankle, right!!

yeah, because my ankle you know because the circulation thing .you know the circulation get interrupted by something which I don't know what exactly but I know is the blood controlling everything heart, brain, everything, fingers too

I gave myself a confident node, turn back to see him medicating my leg, and he finished, i frowned when I realize that he stopped but still watching my pare legs intensely still kneeling before me

what this creep doing?

"what's happened" digging his eyes into my soul, darker shade coloring his eyes, his eyes sent a shiver through my whole body, staring never was something comfy for me

he ran his finger tracing the scars, with no  pressure but those touches were like flames, he fingers moves  leaving  fire trail , I bite my lips struggling to get over that feeling

the memories of Frank touching me rushed again to my mind, I tried hard to push it away

" give me a fucking answer" his voice still low, but commanding

it's just an old scar from the past each one narrates a different story being with a stepmom, being punished in every possible way ... 

that's the answer but I won't spill my beans

why should I do, to earn pity . to gain a feeling of sympathy. yes I'm weak alone but after all, I get some dignity

"it's nothing " I used my hands try to jump off the counter decided to cut this creepy moment

and before I do my jump out, his arms caged me force me in, his face was close uncomfortably close, I kept my eyes away from him

 Frank does not here. 

try hard to control my feeling in my stomach. I want to throw up

just calm take a deep breath, pushing the annoying rushing memories of Mr.stainy to the back of my mind, be a strong girl don't cry 

But all my effort fly away when he moved closer to my neck my ear, I don't know what exactly he wants by this, What's he up to, I know all this is punishing me for what I did. 

the nausea feeling getting harder to defeat 

"Stop it"

I frowned, what I did nothing now, I'm unhealthy silent,  his fingers touch my chin forcing me to look up at him. Those intense eyes are devouring me.

I don't know what to think what to say, when he noticed my silence my red eyes, His hand reaches up and touches my face. Ever so softly nothing like Frank his thumb grazes across my skin. Itches of awareness and panic shoot through me

he just likes him

I should push his hand away.

yeah, I should.

but I didn't

Instead, I meet his gaze, incredibly drawn to him. He leans in as if he wants to tell me a secret or kiss me if I lean more to meet him. The thought makes my pulse flutter all over again.

"I wish he hadn't done this to you," he said while stroking the corner of my lip. "it's a shame.You really are a very pretty girl"

I clutch the hem of my short tightly; Unable to help myself, I whispered, "It's your fault he did it. You're no better than he is."

It felt good to say the words. I felt I should have said them sooner.He sighed deeply and let out a slow breath. I shivered, I don't know if that was a good or bad sign.

His voice filled my head, "I'd watch what you say to me, princess. There is a difference between me and him. I am still better and capable of things you can't imagine. Provoke me again and I'll prove it." 

I don't know if it's right to be afraid of him or what he will do to me, besides I know nothing about him to trust him or even believe him 

I just discovered that he can talk another language and skillfully

"What language that was?"

It is the wrong thing to ask. He stiffens, his eyes going cold. He scanned my eyes for minutes before giving me an answer

"Why you asking?" he tilts his head still having his gaze on me

" to track me down" I gulp hard trying to push my uneasiness away

"Because I want to" mimic his style, his eyes darken those lights up eyes gone, dead only remain in these eyes, and carefully curiously; I kept staring at that change

Why he always change whenever I ask him that question, it must be a big secret, I take advantage of that change teasing him more

"I deserve an answer"

His lips twitched slightly up giving me his famous wicked smirk, It is not easy to win in any discussion with him, and will come out of it empty-handed

"I'm everything jump to your mind but good"

I frowned thinking about his words, like something I didn't know who said he is good

sly fox

He's capable of anything. And I'm completely at his mercy. I think about trying to fight him again. That would be the normal thing to do in my situation. The brave thing to do.

but I don't do it. I can feel the darkness inside him. There's something wrong with him. His outer beauty hides something monstrous underneath. I don't want to unleash that darkness. I don't know what will happen if I do

"Ten minutes to get your breakfast"

With that, he gave me his shoulders marching away; I mock his voice in my head watching his back moving away

So where's my breakfast Mr. timing, I took a look around and the dishes was glimmering, I remember Steve told me there's a breakfast so where is it, so I asked him

"Where's my