Mr. Perfect Isn't So... Perfect. (Slow Updates)

Chapter 13:- if I live through this, I swear to return Zoey back her barbie set

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*Katy POV*

I woke up to the sound that resembled like someone hitting something or more like a construction site. My head was heavy and my eyes were still burning, but still I opened my eyes to find a high royal grey ceiling. I immediately looked at my surroundings. I was laying on a cushy sofa which was in the middle of what you can call as a game center. There was small basket ball court with only one basket, table tennis, billiard, darts, boxing ring, trampoline and archery which was completely occupied by heavily built men wearing sweats and tank tops which traced every line of their torsos.

I next noticed that they were all wearing a simple mask and caps covering their hair.

Great! I had to wake up between a bunch of gorillas? Oh yeah, I completely forgot that twat-Mr.-psycho-X was the one to be blamed! Where was he by the way?

I sat up with a slightly aching head and looked around feeling nervously. Immediately as if a alarm had gone off, everyone stopped whatever they were playing and eyed me with amusement. I felt my mouth go dry. Looking around I found only one man still playing darts with his back towards me. That was when I saw his biceps, they were something that Alex Pettyfer would be jealous of.

His skin was whiter than mine, the cap was carefully set in a manner that it hid his hair completely. I silently walked towards him and soon saw that he shot every dart in a bullseye! Not longer than that, I found his bike standing in the corner.

I knew that I looked paler than a ghost at the moment as other men who stood by giggled or moreover laughed at my appearance but still he didn't stop nor turned to look at me. I stumbled a bit earning some more laughter from other people.

Reaching him, I placed my hand on his shoulder causing him to stop and turn to look at me with a smirk plastered on his lips. I wanted nothing more than willing that damn smirk from his face. Clenching my hands into fists, I let my brilliant mind to do its job. Noticing that his mask can be easily removed if I could only distract him for a while...

But the question was how do I do that?

What could I do to distract him?

Think Katy! Think! Just like a bulb of my brain glowed, I let my instincts control over my body. Like it was nothing unusual about kissing a psycho stranger, I crushed my lips over his taking him by surprise while everyone else teased us by making noises like 'whoaaa!' And 'yeahhhhh' causing a blush creep up my cheeks at the realization that that we were not alone.

He stiffened at first but then slowly relaxed moaning in pleasure. I was more than surprised to actually feel the softness of his lips and a hint of citrus taste that I had failed to notice during the first kiss.

I could feel myself deviate from my goal of unmasking this sexy psycho but that wasn't an option for me. I couldn't lose it now. I had to focus, hence I reminded myself and concentrated. But soon I was out of breath and my mind kept losing its focus again and again as the kiss was getting more and more intense. My hand slowly crept up as if I was enjoying but instead they reached for his mask.

When my hands touched the tip of his mask, I could feel my victory right at the tip of my fingers. I did it! Now I will know who this Mr. X is and soon I can get my things back. Now everything will be alright.

A triumph smile covered my lips and I was just a second close to pull away his mask when suddenly his hands shackled my wrists as he pulled away and looked at me. My hand kept wriggling in his but still I wasn't able to pull them out of his grip.