He Doesn't Like Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I'm just inexperienced and get nervous. And your scent is soothing..." He breathes a laugh. "Understood." "I'm serious." "I said I understand, did I not? Clearly, you don't like me. It won't surprise me if you hate me." His sarcasm makes me snort. "Hate is a strong word." Thick fingers draw circles on my back. "So you don't hate me?" "No..." "Really?" I bite my lower lip, reluctant about saying this. "I like you, BUT only the tiniest bit. It doesn't mean anything, and I'm sure—"

I asked in agitation and turned to him. “You might see a me you do not like in there,” he responded and I frowned. I liked him and the way he was pretty much. The only him I did not like was the cold one that always found a way to hurt me. I frowned even more at that thought and stared at him. “What do you mean by that?” slightly angered and slightly worried. “I don’t know how to be free with other people around even with my parents and you have seen this yourself.” He said in a worried tone.

I also didn't want to sound like a crazy, possessive bitch—even if that's what I was. "Do you treat every girl you like this way?" I asked slowly, quietly. He sighed. "If I'm honest, I've never truly liked anyone. By and large, most people annoy the fuck out of me. I usually just tolerate those who are around." Damn. He was harsh. I mean, I could understand a little because I didn't like people much either. All the ones I'd ever been close to had left or hurt or betrayed me at some point. I guess that was just a fact of life. Still, I did like being around others. Like him and Greg.

“I like you.” “I don’t.” “That’s why I like you.” “Ha?” “You’re the only one who doesn’t like me.” “Everyone likes you? But you’re a meanie.” I accuse him. He must be lying. “Yes. I want to make you 0like me too.” “How?”

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I mumble and try to look away, but he won't let me, he turns my face to his again, "I still don't like you." "Why not? I love you," he says, making my body react insanely, I moan and bury my nails in his back, loving how he pushes inside me slowly to make me feel all of him. "I don't like you because you're... you're rude to me," I tell him, trying to remember other reasons why I don't like him, but I can't, my body seems to think he's the best thing ever. "I'm not, I just don't like your nasty attitude. I've always known you're mine, one way or another, I never needed this bond to know that," he says and stands up carrying my body to sit with me on top of him, "Fuck yourself on my cock now.

He looks at me assessingly for a moment and comments, "You must have had a really bad break up at some point." "No, I've never been in a relationship. I have no desire to be in love anytime soon. Maybe when I get older, but right now I know for sure that it's the last thing I want," I explain. He analyzes my expression for a moment then nods. He must see that this is make or break for me so he nods and says, "Done."

"You really don't have to share it with me. I'm not really a fan of sweets." "Wait,"I said and leaned forward. "You" I pointed at him using my fork."Don't like sweets?!?" "I didn't say I don't like sweets. I'm just not a fan of them." I gave him a look of disbelief. "How can you not be a fan of them? Something wrong with your taste buds or something? Have you even tried eating sweets?" "Yeah, I have." "And?" He shrugged. "I just don't find them appetizing."

He nodded and laughed at me as I gave him my flirtatious smile. " You do know I don't like you. Stop doing it" he replied flatly. "How long you are living here? Why you didn't bring her even once?" I asked suddenly getting curious about his life. " Hmm, none of your business. Three and half years" he answered . Again flat tone. " Why you don't like me? " I asked annoyed and irritated by that. " Because you're a bitch . Maybe I don't know" he scratches his head a while and concluded" you're not my type."

I said "That’s because I don’t hate anything about him." I roll my eyes saying "That’s a lie." "Okay, fine. I do have one thing I don’t like about him." "Really what is it?" I gulped down the rest of my drink and poured myself another. I am really enjoying this drink. "I don’t like the fact that he likes to do things his way even though his way isn’t always right." He stated "Classic Austin. He always does that, at least I am not the only one complaining around here." I said