She Get On My Nerves Novels & Stories

That sparked my curiosity. I nodded slowly. Now that she’s mentioned it, I recall reading about it in the media. “Yeah, what about it?” “Can you guess whaaat?” She snickers when she says this. “I uncovered some news that will make you really thrilled!” As I grew perturbed, I simply groaned and muttered, “Just let me know. I hate you.” She rolled her eyes at my remark once more. I don’t truly dislike her; it’s just an expression I use when I’m frustrated. It doesn’t bother me, or her, in the least.

She's getting on my nerves. “ You don't tell me what i can and cannot do....! If i want, i will do it. " my words sounded harsh. She looked down, setting her tears slide down her cheeks freely. I released my hand from her chin, she was still looking down. I cannot control anymore! I pushed her on the bed, making her gasp, she widened her eyes in shock. Hovering over her, i pinned her hands above her head. My hand roamed over her body. I pressed her ass cheeks roughly making her gasp again.

"Now, why on earth would you want to do such a thing? Are you joining Ava on the crazy train?" "Colton!" "Sorry, princess, it is the excitement talking." "Well, your excited mouth is going to get slapped." "Mmm, maybe I will enjoy that." Well, if I thought that she would find that somewhat amusing, I am sorely mistaken; the poor woman is a ball of nerves. It seems like my stupid bone has come to the surface, for I will say the most ridiculous things that can come to mind when I am nervous. But wait, why am I not finding myself fitting some designer suit.

One more word of rebellion would have motivated me to end her life the next day but she instantly turned submissive, her eyes dripping with tears. “Good, now get the hell out of my sight,” I thundered. She wiped her face with her hands and limped out “And this should be the last time I ever hear you complaining,” I said as she ran away. “The nerves of this pesky insect, how dare her,” I vented to myself. “She is getting on my last nerves. What am I going to do to her?” “Just say the words and I'll kill her without a trace,” a menacing voice spat from behind as if it had been watching us for some time.

She looks adorable and I hate nudging her a second time. “Kaia? It’s time to get up.” She grunts. “Five more minutes.” I chuckled. “I take it you are not a morning person?” “I am, but not when I have been up all night.” She groaned. She seems to realize that she is practically on top of me and she nearly jumps off the bed to get away from me. I raise an eyebrow at her, “I’m not poisonous. Nor will I bite.” She is visibly trying to shake off her nerves. “Sorry, I just didn’t expect to be on you like that.”

Why is she suddenly so stubborn and annoying? I slam the phone down on my bed. She's getting on my nerves and it is tripling worse every day. Does she think that just because everyone is praising her now, she can ignore me however she likes?! I can't stand it. I fucking want to tear her apart! This competition is supposed to break her. She is supposed to fail, come home humiliated, and crawl back into the pathetic hole where she fucking belongs. But instead, she found a gold card. A fucking gold card.

“Oh, no, no, sorry. I am really, really so sorry. Don’t worry about it. I just—” I stop mid-sentence, glancing frantically around me as if the air itself is mocking me. My chest heaves. God, this is so fucking ridiculous. What is all this? I force a smile, though it trembles at the edges, and wave her off. “I’m so sorry. Please, just ignore me. My nerves… they’ve been acting up. Lately, they’re just—really, really hot.” Concern shadows her face. I hate that look. That pity, that fragile softness she wears when she thinks I’m breaking apart.

I had always bottled my needs inside me but with her, waiting a second more was unacceptable. "You're not in the wrong room." I growled, my voice in a tone I didn't recognize. What was she doing to me? "But you're....." "I'm what?" I asked, tilting my head slightly. She sucked in a breath and backed away. "I'm sorry. Sometimes, when I'm nervous, my mouth works faster than my brain." Her cheeks flushed. "Nervous?" I licked my lips, watching her shudder by the mere sight. "Is this your first time?"

She really gets on my nerves. "You." "Fuck you!" She's going to drive me crazy. Or maybe she's more confused than I am. Maybe I'm forgetting that she has no experience in this type of relationship or any other. I sit on the floor, next to her. I hold her chin, so she looks into my eyes.

But she didn't even flinch. "That's what I too expect from you. If you don't know about me, dare you to judge me" she poked her index finger at me. I just grabbed her finger and twisted it making her Yelp in pain. I couldn't stand her arrogant talks. She is getting on my nerves, every time she opens her gutter mouth. How dare she to play with me?. But looking at her pain I released her finger. she started rubbing it again and again. maybe I twisted it too hard. guilt covered me once I look pain in her eyes.