We Are Not Compatible But I Love Him の小説・ストーリー

Laughing, I nodded. “Yeah, and sexy as hell, but that’s not why I’m hooked on her. We’re so compatible in every way. She’s amazing, she really is, I’ve never met anyone like her and if I give her up then I don’t think I ever will again.”

"Why wouldn't I? We're not together, are we? We're just friends that share everything together, protect each other, care for each other, but that's all we are! Cause that's all you're making us." My breath shuddered on my last word, my breath hitching in my throat. "Us?" He whispered. "Don't tell me you're jealous?" I asked, raising a brow and crossing my arms. He let out a stifled chuckle. "Jealous? Ew. Do I look like a man who gets jealous? I don't get jealous. People are jealous of me, I'm not jealous of them. Never was, never have been, never will." "Then you'll have no problem with me being in love with someone else."

Remember your preparation, you don't need a reason to not want to leave the world peacefully. Right. That's exactly it. Thanks for that inner voice, I thought you're useless. "Look, I'm not easy to deal with. I'm not like your typical, sexy, beautiful type of girl. Im sorry but I can't" I just can't. Not because I don't like him. There I admit, I do like him. But not like I super like him to the point where I could say that I'm in love, just infatuated. He's handsome for crying out loud, that I will not deny.

“Is that how much you hate the idea of being mates with me? Did I do anything to make you hate me? All I want is a chance to love you, to cherish you. Why can't you give me the opportunity to do so?” “Because we aren't compatible, being mates isn't everything, and you know it. Stop crying or lamenting over spilled milk. We had a good time, and that was all that mattered. We both had each other, and that is all that I care about. The sex we had was good, and that's it.” “The sex? Is that all this is to you?” His voice broke at each word he said. Pain seared through me, but I knew I couldn't show it. Show how affected I was by all of these.

he added. His words left me speechless. My throat filled with emotions and I was finding it hard to even breathe. "I know we are incompatible souls. You love the simple life, I can't live without luxuries. You love cold coffee, and junk food, I like black coffee and stays stick to my diet plan" he chuckled "you stay calm and quiet, rarely lose your temper and I can hardly keep my anger in control. You are Miss messy while I like things neatly organized. You talk a lot and I keep things to myself. You make sure that no one is getting hurt by your moves and I don't give any damn about anyone. You are optimistic while I am pessimistic" his eyes that held candor, boring into mine "we are so diff

he asks. I roll my eyes at him. “I can try, but you know he may or may not. You know how they are. Do not get it wrong. The marriage was bad, but our friendship was genuine. I have no hate in my heart for Lester. Hell, I think I still love him if I am honest about it,” I tell him.

“Pооr Jake, but who wоuld marry hіm wіth that surname? I саn’t еvеn ѕреll іt.” “Me either . . . G-Y-L . . . oh I gіvе up.” Thе whоlе thing wаѕ mаkіng mу hеаd hurt. “Hоw аbоut уоu?” “I’d dо thе еxасt ѕаmе, thіѕ is whу we’re ѕоul mates, Iz. Wе have thіѕ ѕtrоng connection. Wе lоvе thе same things, it’s dеѕtіnу we wоuld bе frіеndѕ.”

I give a verbal response when I realize he can’t see me. “Okay. What is your favorite pizza flavor? ” I ask and he makes a face. “You don’t like pizza?” I ask my feelings hurt. I love pizza. What did pizza do to him? “Let me guess, you like pizza.” He says laughing. “Correction I love pizza. I can’t believe you hate pizza.” I say loud, my voice getting passionate. I can’t believe him. “I don’t hate pizza. If I have to eat some I do but it’s not something I would order off of a menu.” He says as if that makes everything better. It does not.

"I want you to be comfortable. I want you to have the best. So, tell me... is this enough to make you say yes by Wednesday?" I set my glass down, the luxury of the room suddenly feeling a bit cold. "Damien, I don't think we're compatible. At all. I’ve been listening to you all night, and I really don't like your take on love and relationships. It’s all so... calculated."

“Because I was just hired for a big project, and I have to start working on it.” “Are you trying to avoid me? Get rid of me?” “Not exactly. Look, Bruce, we had fun, but let’s leave it where it is, okay?” He was quiet for a moment. “No,” he said simply. “No?” “No. I think . . . we should explore our compatibilities.” “We don't have any compatibilities. You’re beer and peanuts, and I’m champagne and caviar.” “Yes, but . . . okay, we’re different, but opposites attract. It was true last night.”