I Don't Know How She Does It Novels & Stories

I said. She arched her brows but didn't say anything and pressed buttons upon reaching the floor. "Your tie," she muttered, adjusting it. "It is good to see you are not nagging today," I muttered teasingly. She always nags me saying that I don't know how to wear a tie and she can't understand how I managed until she doesn't come. Though, she doesn't know I deliberately do this so she can come close to me or else how can this possible I don't know something, after all, I am a perfectionist.

Maybe it’s the only way for her to have a master over this ability of hers. “You think you’d pass by just doing that?” “I noticed you’re not stopping me,” she murmured under her breathe, now feeling a blazing warmth from her hands radiating all over her body. “The test is not about answering it but knowing how to get the answer, amounting to cheating without really cheating, I’m right, am I, Sheels? Well, either way, this is my answer, watch very carefully!”

I beg her, waiting. “Don’t, you think you know my past from a few pictures? You don’t and you have no idea how it feels, no idea at all. Enough Diesel, I am doing this my way!” She pushes me back. “How do you know? How do you know I don’t know how it feels?” I move towards her, Rooster looking at us confused.

When does she not? Sitting down on the stool in front of the vanity table, she started making her hair into a braided bun since she has the time of the world. She might as well take a YouTube video of her launching her husband's car without his knowledge and will capture his face. Whoa, she has brains after all, Tasneem will be very proud of her. Another of her many crinkled cotton veils got wrapped around her again in Azerbaijani way, she knew just how to pull it off.

She asks but I can't even answer cause I don't even know what the fúck just happened. TBC

Except apparently she did. And she had no idea how to stop.

She asks “No. I don’t even understand how this magic of mine works. That’s why we are going with Alpha Knox. He has a witch that can help me.” "What are we supposed to do with him?" "Keep him here, I guess. Just for now, just while I try and figure something out." She raises an eyebrow at me. “You have used your magic twice now.” “And both times, it just happened. Like instinct. I seemed to know exactly what to do and exactly what will help. But when I try to do the same thing , it just doesn’t work.” She nods her head at me, “That’s weird.” “You don’t have to tell me. I’m well aware that it’s weird that a witch doesn’t know how to use her magic.”

The only thing she does is work faster, harder, and that's the end for me. I come in a rush I haven't felt since I was a teenager getting my first hand job. She takes it, swallowing it with an enthusiasm I didn't expect. It's just another thing that throws me off my game. Another surprise lurking behind the exterior of a woman who doesn't know how to let her hair down. She pulls back, wiping her mouth with her fingers. "How many people know this about you," I ask in a guttural voice. "Know what?" She smirks.

In lightning-fast movements, she manages to punch me in the nuts and sends an elbow to my shoulder. Instantly, the combination comes to mind. But that's impossible. Krav Maga? But how would someone like her know how to do that? There was no other explanation. She must be fluent in Krav Maga as well as other forms of martial arts. Proving how badly I'd misjudged her.

She rolled up the sleeves of her tank top slightly, exposing more ink on her arm, and reached beneath the cabinet with a confidence that suggested she had done this before. “You know how to fix it?” I asked. “No,” she said honestly. “But I know how to look like I know what I’m doing, which is basically the same thing.” I stood there awkwardly holding her coffee while she twisted something beneath the sink. Every few seconds, she muttered to herself under her breath, and every time she shifted, her shoulder brushed lightly against my leg. “You can stare, by the way,” she said after a moment. I blinked. “What?”