perfect disaster by Raya Arona (best color ebook reader TXT) 📕

I wasn't capable of imagining

He strides toward me, fast. I take few steps back and hit something,  free-fall and my bottom landed sideways in a chair, back to a cushioned armrest, legs over the other one.

Fox leaned over me, one hand to the top back of the chair, and one hand in the seat beside me, face an inch from mine.

No, No, No, he's scaring the hell out of me.

 

"Listen, princess, fight it or don't, your old life is over", There were no words, no me, no him nothing. This was crazy. why, who is he to decide to end my life

Fear, pain, hunger, this man—eating at me.

And my life is over ... panic rush through my veins, I can hear my heart thudding in my ear

 

"are you going to kill me" 

my voice was more rattled, Slowly, he lifted my head until our eyes met. He looked at me intently; brows knit together and quickly changed to cold mood, his mouth set in a pleasure

 

"There is no use for you if you are dead" 

I frown and quickly my eyes wide if he will not going to kill me what else he will do, what he meant by 'no use'

 

"Why you do that?"

I whispered, diving in his eyes more and more, I think I understand why all this happening, he works for him for Mr.stainy, yes he didn't show up till now maybe he doesn't get his hands in the dirt   

 

"because you are in my game, you are not allowed to ask you just obey " 

he pause brushing with his long finger my hair away from my face, I can't help but flinch at his touch, I closed my eyes try to haze the emotions in my crazy heart

 

"My pet"

His words strike me, I suddenly felt carnivorous. I wanted to tear the flesh from his bone with my teeth and drink his blood, I know he is heartless but I've never imagined he will be that obscene

 

"I'm not your pet neither your princess" he smirks tighten his grip as he holds my head in his giant hand and pulls my face to him

 

"you are, and every time you forget, I will be forced to remind you"

I felt the anger helplessness skinning me, he made himself clear; he wasn't done looking at me yet. Incapable of holding his gaze, I averted my eyes to some point just beyond him

 

He touched me again holding me firm. Not rough, just firm, enough to force my eyes to look back at him, I sniffled, trying not to sob.

"Look at me."

 

I wiped the tears from my face and looked up at him. Horrified, pissed off eyes met his. I will run and I will give up that easy ..no way. I was sure he could see the determination in my eyes. The unspoken challenge behind them that screamed, 'Just try and make me A'hole'

 

He lifted a brow, and his eyes responded, 'With pleasure'

Rather than risk a fight I couldn't possibly win, I returned my eyes to the ground. I was going to get out of here. I just had to be smart.

 

"Do you understand?" he said smugly. Yes. The words remained unspoken because I don't and can't talk to someone like him.

 

"Do. You," he leaned forward, "Under. Stand?" He drew out each word as if speaking to a child

My tongue twisted inside my mouth. I stared at his torso, unable to answer him, unable to fight him. A lump began to form in my throat and I swallowed hard to keep it down, but the tears eventually came.

 

These were not the tears of pain or fear but of frustration.

His breath skated across my face, his forearms hinted at his immense strength. I took a deep breath in the hopes of calming down. The smell of him rushed into my lungs. It was intoxicated

 

he is toxic so poisonous

finally, I gave up a nod slightly, feeling the pain rush to my scalp in every move I do under his hand

 

"good" and with that, he dropped my head and get off me, He walked toward the door, the slow smiling curving upward despite himself.

 

"I should warn you, though, that you won't get much privacy while you're here." , I jumped at his voice he was there leaning his back on the door frame while his hands over his chest coldly staring at me. I totally forgot that I'm still in the chair.

 

 what he still doing here? wasn't he acted humiliating enough ... wait did he say warn ...!!!

he did get enough warning 

 

I pushed myself off the chair ignoring his eyes, take a proper position on it, waiting for him to declare his statement 

 

" If I see your bedroom door closed, I don't care if you're naked or not, I will open it. The only can be close is bathroom's door and you'll be timed in for using it. You've been warned. I don't like locked doors ."  

with gaping mouth, don't know what to say that was super A'hole, carelessly he walked passed me to his closet  

 

I can't convince myself more about this whole just dream because that's the worse nightmare and impossible I'm still sleep or even comatose.  

 

 Obviously having noticed I'm not with him anymore, it takes a few moments, but he clears his throat right at my back. I turned my attention back to him and I wish I didn't 

 

"Do you hear princess?"

he is so blank but there's something hauling me to that blue swirl eyes, No, I will not have Stockholm syndrome 

 

Trying to distract my attention from him. But at that moment my eyes widened and my heart crashed to crumbs when I heard that sound

 

the whistle. When I raised my head quickly he was the source of that sound. his hands in his pocket heading out  

Quickly the memories flowed like the rain of my brain to return to time to the moment to the place where I heard the same sound.

 

Then I realized. that was no one but him, he was the man who pushed me that day at that party 

he was there that day

I was followed ... by Him

chapter 9 .... Chaos

 Whoever she was

She had made an impression on him. Perhaps he'd made a mistake in that regard, choosing someone he had found indefinable to his life he knew she lived in an another world

The mystery had drawn him nearer and now he found himself only further confused, further drawn in. he wants to know more, taste her more, this girl makes him more curious to find what she hides in the shadows. 

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Ana

Julia and I spend the afternoon cooking dinner, she always stuck at my side and her also my only way out that room

The past few days have confirmed my suspicion that Fox has assigned her to watch over me. And it doesn't bother me. I like her. If we had met under different circumstances, we would be bffs

I don't get to spend time with women a lot, most of my time in the kitchen was like training in the army, but what bothers me is ... him

he is unseen, except for the meals times or if he wants to bark at someone which turns me, he was a gorgeous, scary, psychopath who was genius at throwing out sarcasm however they came and unbelievably arrogant.

And now have been a long time since anyone visited me, all I could do is stand still and watch the untouchable grace, yes the windows nailed but still, I can have a glimpse at the freedom there, and imagine myself behind this crystal barrier

in fact, I'm tired pacing like a caged animal, growing more afraid and angry with every minute that passes.

Finally, my ears get their wishes, the door opens, and a woman comes inside. I'm so shocked that I simply stare

she was in not so young, maybe in her forties, She's holding a tray of dinner and her face was rock-hard.

Her hair is blonde and styled perfectly in a tight bun, and her eyes are a hard brown color. She's taller than me, probably at least five inches taller, I can't surely tell maybe her long maid dress make her taller, put maid was like black and white but her dress was like old fashion mom or grandma... Maybe

"who are you?" I break the undesirable silence, she stands to have a perfect view of my face as if she is so skillful in reading people

I think about attacking her. She's a woman, and I have a good chance of winning against her in a fight.

However, I have no chance against Fox. In addition, there were his friends and nowhere to go, why I feel like I want to fight, I'm I that desperate. No, I won't give up that easy

I know he locks me here to mess with my brain but in his dream

Her face crack a smile, as though she's reading my mind "it's useless" The sinking feeling in my stomach worsens, I don't know what is the useless my escape attempts or stepping on my sanity

"At least tell me who is he? Who are you, people?"

My voice is relatively steady as I speak to her, I need the answers, I know nothing about this psychopath, except his name Fox, huh Fox never was a name,  she stopped didn't close the door behind her or even turn to me.

Finally, she looks at me, with an emotionless face "You'll know everything with time" her words were soaked with a strange accent

for the love of god, what does she meant by time? Am I going to be here for long ? what it is clear that they have no intention to let me go

I eat the food she brought me. It's pretty good actually, even though it's not a traditional food. Even with my inner turmoil, I manage to eat everything. Food is my only way to bury these feelings these thoughts

Then I heard the door open, and it was him, frantically I clutched at the single fork, He approached me calmly, he was shirtless and still had some water drop from his hair to his bare chest, the soap aroma filled the air

With each step he takes, my body goes tenser and ready to attack him, Yes, I was terrified. But there was also this undercurrent of something unfamiliar. Attraction?... Maybe. My eyes darted off his face, he was calm and unreadable and dangerously handsome

he stopped tilting his head watching with enjoyment "give me that princess"

He stretched out his hand toward me, I stared at it for what seemed a long time, thinking of the destruction that may occur by that hand. His calm and he going to hurt me, something in me knew it.

I gulped, looking back at his face, I feel nauseated I want to throw up all the food; I want to feel better even if that was by emptying my stomach

"You don't want to play it, rough princess, aren't you?"

I flinched at his voice, shit, I don't know what I want anymore, I don't know if I want this, hell I know nothing, all I know is what I'm doing is a just suicidal move no more no less, he is far away to be beaten by me

My heart sank into my stomach. I had no idea where my bravery had