She Get On My Nerves Novels & Stories

"Girl, I got a raise!" I wish I could share in her excitement and joy but something is eating at me. Slowly, crawling under my skin, up my chest, in my heart, my brain, and I can't get it out of my head, no matter what I distract myself with. My nail snaps as I bite down on it, staring hard at my tab, waiting, fidgeting. "Okay, what's got you over the edge? You been acting like you hooked on somethin'," Ray quips, snatching the tablet from my grip before I can turn it into splinters.

And then he calls me in to fix his mess. Half way through training I was starting to get a headache from watching the pathetic attempts at fighting, and my warriors kicking their asses. So I excused myself and headed up to my bedroom to get something for my headache when I smelt her again. It was the same smell again, stronger than ever. She was here! I looked over at the bathroom and the door was closed. But I didn’t close it this morning. And I could see the shadows of her feet under the door. I walked over and wriggled on the door handle but it was locked.

To be honest, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. I am beside myself lately. I have been feeling either overwhelmed or irritated at every stupid thing. Everything just gets on my nerves. My phone rings, and I groan. I let it ring a few more times before I finally grab it off my side table, pressing it into my ear before I growl. “What do you want, Kaden?!” I snarled into the phone. The only other thing getting on my nerves and almost making me self-implode every damn time. “Woah, you need to chill, sis,”

They weren't just after me and my company but my family, and no one messes with what I've called mine. She heaved again and blew out air from her mouth, and I couldn't help the little smile that creeped up my face. I can't lie, she looked so cute, mad and feisty. “What's funny, Nicky Minaj?” Rolling her eyes. “You're sitting on my last nerve, little dove” “And where is that nerve mister, is it the vein on your forehead threatening to pop?” “No actually. It's the one in my pants, want to see?”

And apparently, money to pay for hotels and everything else. I ran my fingers through my hair, sitting on the living room couch, waiting for her to return. I knew she wouldn’t come back, it was already late. But it still put me in a bad mood. When she returns tomorrow.... I shook my head. I told her not to associate with me. So why on earth is she still managing to get my attention? Whenever I react, she gets to play the victim. I got up and went to my bedroom. Nerissa sat on the bed, frowning and pouting.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me. An hour later, I’m nursing my third glass of whisky, the amber liquid doing little to ease my frayed nerves. I’ve tried calling her four times, and each time, I’m met with silence. She’s turned off her phone. When the door finally swings open, I’m ready to unleash my pent-up frustration, but the moment I see her, it feels like the air ignites with electricity.

She peeved still attempting to remove my hands from her body. "I want you, Neera. You have to understand that I can't always keep it together" I cooed and she shrugged her shoulders like she was irritated. "I'm not in the mood, Zane" She replied and I rolled my eyes. "You're not ever in the mood. Did I do something wrong, huh??" I asked irritably. "You did nothing wrong. I'm just...I have a lot on my mind, right now and I can't please you when I'm like this" She replied calmly and it really did calm my soul.

I asked "Kinda but am more nervous" she said "Why? Oh is it because of the plane? Don't tell me you haven't been in an airplane before dummy!" I exclaimed and before I knew what was happening she hit me on my back "Stop speaking nonsense, who says I've never been in airplane before" she pouted What!! How dare she hit me! 'I told you Aiden, you should avoid her' my subconscious mind said "Did.....did you just hit me?" I asked

“I said he could call my cell and I would convince you to…” “Not a chance. I mean it. STOP! My mind is made up, he’s in the doghouse and I don’t want to speak to him or think about him until after my show is done.” My nerves are stretched so far, they may snap again, and my head is crazily turned inside out. I’m sick, strung out and just not able to cope with the addition of any Arrick Carrero chat about now. His groveling would make me a hundred times worse.

It is a knee-jerk response to fire back a shitty remark. “I’m not a wounded, sick puppy. I’m a girl who lost her mom to cancer and is doing her father a favor because she doesn’t want him to die.” Her voice echoes off the ceiling and rings in my ears. My veins fill with acid as I stalk over to her. She is small and innocent, but she is a prey lying in my bed. “Did you just yell at me?” I ask coolly. Now she really did hit a nerve, and the only way I know how to deal with things that get on my nerves is to kill them. Except I can’t kill her.