fantasty kiss by raj say hello (smart ebook reader TXT) 📖

need to see inside the car to recognize the voice.
My stride quickened as I tried to get to my car.
“I know you hear me, Layla.” He said, waving me over once more.
I sighed as I complied. I wasn’t exactly sure what Devin had told Miller to get him off our case or if he was even going to leave us alone, but I really wasn’t sure if what they had discussed pissed Miller off. Seeing as we were the only people in the parking lot, I wouldn’t put it past him to run me down with his car.
“It’s nice to see you again,” he said as I reached his window. “Can we talk?”
“I don’t see why we would need to.” My phone was in my jacket pocket and my right hand was ready to press the send button if he did anything shady.
“Just get in. We need to talk about what’s going on between you two.”
“I don’t think-”
“Just get in, Layla. I’m not going to hurt you.”
I debated for a moment, looking around myself nervously. There were no security cameras to be found and no excuse for me not to get in. Despite how controlled I wanted to be, I began a slight tremble as I walked around the car and sat in the passenger seat.
“I just want to talk.” I could see his form shrug in the darkness. “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
“I saw that little…display earlier.” There was an unmistakable smile in his voice. “You love him don’t you? Devin, I mean. Not that…Riley feller.”
I didn’t say anything.
“How much do you love him, Layla?”
When I felt his hand slide onto my leg I decided then was a good time as any to press the send button.
There was no illumination in the car so I couldn’t really see his face but could tell he was pretty close by his breath on my face. He smelt of alcohol.
“You’re drunk, Mr. Miller. I think it’s best you let me go home before you do something you’ll regret.” I removed the hand that was softly caressing my leg.
“I’m not drunk, Ms. Bungah. I, unlike Bond, can hold my liquor.”
I wasn’t sure if he was right about not being drunk but he wasn’t slurring his words. The only sign that he’d been consuming alcohol was his breath.
“I just don’t think a dim car is the right place for us to be having this conversation. I actually don’t think we need to talk at all.”
“You read my mind, Ms. Bungah.” His hand gripped my thigh again.
“Stop touching me.” I commanded as I tried to remove his hand again. Turning away from him, I quickly scanned my free hand over the door to find my way out, only to realize the door was locked.
“You’re not getting out of here until I get what I want.” His voice was just as commanding as Devin’s was back at the fair and it scared me. He gripped me harder as I tried to wiggle away from him.
This only caused my phone to fall out of my jacket pocket and illuminate the car with an eerie dim light.
“What the hell is that? Who did you call?” He shouted into my face.
“Just let me out of the car!” I countered putting up a fight. If he wanted it he was going to have to fight for it. I wasn’t just going to let him violate me again without him ending up with bruises this time.
As I pushed him off of me his head hit the light above us, shedding light on his act. He clutched the back of his head then looked at his hands were. I noticed there was a bit of red on the light above him. He swore under his breath. When he recovered, he did so quickly and I could tell by the anger in his eyes that he wasn’t too pleased that a teenage girl made him bleed.
Before I knew it, his fist was connecting with my stomach, knocking the wind out of me even though I wanted to scream. When I could finally breathe, I let out gasp and a loud groan.
He drew his fist back for another hit but before this one could connect with my face, there was a loud double tap on the window.
Miller swore again as he scrambled to get off me.
“Open the door, Miller,” Devin said banging again.
He complied and as he unlocked the door Devin opened it. I would have fallen to the floor if Devin hadn’t been there to catch me.
“What the hell is going on here?” Devin asked taking in the scene.
“Just two adults talking.” Miller wiped his hands on his pants as I clutched my side.
“What happened to your side?” He asked, hands hovering over my body. “Did he hit you?”
I could see his eyes blaze in the moonlight and I had to think quick. If I said yes, there was no telling what Devin would do now that there were no witnesses around.
So I shook my head as I tried to stand up straight. “No, no, I just…I just-”
“Don’t lie to me, Layla. He hit you didn’t he?!” He pushed me behind him roughly. Before he could lunge for Miller I held him back.
“Wait, think for a minute. Please. You can’t hit him.”
He looked back at me for a moment, eyes still blazing with anger. I could tell he wanted so much to hit him. To hurt him like he’d hurt me. But instead of acting on this anger he looked back at Miller and mumbled something I wasn’t exactly sure I liked.
“You’re dead, Miller. Dead.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight
“What did you mean by that?” I asked franticly after Devin had made Miller leave.
He had threatened him within an inch of his life and I prayed he didn’t seriously think he was going to kill him. That was a threat. I mean Miller could go to the police if he wanted to. He could-
“Why are you protecting him? He hit you, he fucking struck you and you’re still worrying about him?”
“It’s not him I’m worried about. Miller could go to the police”
“He could’ve gone to the police when he first found out about us but he didn’t, which means he’s just going to keep fucking with you, Layla. He’s not going to stop, not unless I do something.”
“What are you going to do?” I asked voice small. “You said you handled it before and that didn’t work. What are you going to do now?”
“That’s none of your concern.” He sighed. “Go home, Layla. I’ll figure something out.”
But I didn’t want him to have to figure it out. I wanted to hear whatever he was planning so I could tell him if that idea was stupid or not. He wasn’t in his right mind. He was angry and irrational, I could see it all over his face.
“I can’t just leave you here like this, all…brooding a-a-and plotting. You could-”
He gripped my arms tightly and shook me a bit. “I could do what, Layla? Do what? Kill him? I’ve got half a mind to go after him and do just that for what he’s put you through. For what he pulled tonight. What do you think would have happened if you hadn’t called me? How far do you think it would have gone? He could have seriously hurt you tonight. Miller is clearly unstable and he has to be stopped.”
I agreed with him, but I was beginning to think Miller wasn’t the only one unstable.
My body shook with fear as the force of his grip around my arms intensify along with the hurt and anger in his dark emerald eyes.
After a moment, he saw the alarm in my eyes and quickly composed himself. He then drew me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. But I didn’t want his comfort. I didn’t want to be held by this man.
I pulled away from him, causing him to look at me strangely.
“Layla, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean- I just know men like him. He’s not going to stop.”

“It doesn’t matter. I need to get home.” I was feeling extremely tired both mentally and physically. I just couldn’t think of how to make him realize that there was no good outcome with the way he was thinking.

“Are you okay?” Again his hands did this hovering thing that I couldn’t quite explain. It was almost as if he wanted to aid me but was afraid to touch me.
“No,” I said placing a hand on my stomach. “I’m tired, my side hurts, I’m a bit nauseous and to be honest I’m feeling a bit run down emotionally. But other than that I’m peachy Mr. all of a sudden mass murderer.”
There was a small smile playing at the corners of his lips but I couldn’t understand why. There was nothing funny about this situation.
“I’m not- I’m not going to kill him.” He sighed as he looked at the dark asphalt. “I’m just-”
“Angry. I know but you cannot just go around making threats to people who know about what we’re doing.” I looked at my phone and realized it was getting later and later. It was already a little half past midnight. “I need to get home or my father is going to kill me.”
He nodded but didn’t say anything.
I walked over to my little green car, but looked back at him before I entered it. “Don’t do anything stupid tonight. Okay?”
Again he nodded. “I promise not to do anything stupid tonight.”
I only prayed he kept that promise.
The drive home was both tiring and a bit painful. My side still hurt a bit and I found it really hard to keep what I’d eaten at the fair down. I could feel my stomach muscles constricting and cramping which I didn’t find too comforting.
Once home I noticed there was a lump on the sofa in the living room. It was covered with a multi-colored wool blanket and was snoring very loudly. Since my father was the only one in the house who snored I knew he was the one under the blanket. He must have fallen asleep waiting on me.
I chose not to wake him as I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I had been both really thirsty and hungry lately but I wasn’t exactly sure why. I just chopped it up to a temporary chemical imbalance in my body. I remembered reading something about it in health class. I also remembered that I hadn’t been pushing myself as hard in my health class like I used to before I met Devin causing me to gain a few pound in my lower body. I wasn’t sure if it was water weight but at the moment I didn’t really care. I was thirsty and nothing was healthier than a glass of water.
Before I could take a sip of my water, my stomach convulsed violently and I dropped the glass as I gripped the counter for support. I didn’t hear the glass break as it hit the floor, nor did I hear my father enter the kitchen but he was there in an instant gripping my arms.
I tried not to whimper as the pain settled to a small, pulsing throb in my lower back. I could see my father’s mouth moving but I couldn’t quite make out what he