Why Does He Do That Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Was that for me to hear?” He teased me, as if it wasn't enough the heat on my cheeks. “Cause I didn't get a thing.” “Don't you even try, si…” I trailed off. “You… just don't.” I crossed my arms, turned away, wishing the earth to swallow me whole. How… how can a sane person just do that?! I mean… why? Why would he do that? “Why are you…” I was going to ask, when I heard. Low, distant, but familiar. “Did you hear that?”

He sneered. “Like I said earlier. There’s something I don’t appreciate and that’s you hurting animals…” He scoffed, a deep frown masking his face. “That I didn’t do. Them motherfucking animals that Audie trains, I hate them,” Oh, so he and whoever was in here were just mere thieves who thought they could harass Mama Audrey. I realized. Getting riled, I advanced towards him and didn’t fail to miss him shudder. “You’d better get out of here if you don’t want to get hurt,”

The same Axel who brought me food. The same Axel who just had his hand around my throat. My head is spinning, my ears ringing, but I force myself to sit down on the carpet. Slowly. Carefully. Like any sudden movement might make him change his mind and finish what he started. My voice comes out hoarse when I finally speak. Barely a sound. “…Why?” He doesn’t answer. I swallow, wincing at the pain, and try again. “If you were going to do it… Why wait? Why didn't you do it before?”

He had a worried look on his face. "Why am I reading this, this isn't the answer!" He growled as he spoke. "The answers to all the questions I have not, the hope for the answers I bring forth." The book spoke in parables and it angered Axel. Of all the things that could lead him to understand why Jasmine is like this, it was a book that had no manners.

The spine gives a pathetic sound, like it’s begging me not to tear it in half. He called my mind one more time, and if I had the luxury of having an AirPod, now would have been the perfect time to put them on. And because I didn't have that, I ignored him. His bunk creaked a little, then it stopped. I think he'd straightened up. Why do I care? Fuck him. He chuckled briefly. Then, I heard him say “motherfucker” on his breath. He continued humming, and it vibrated through the metal frame and into my bones. Into my blood.

He tapped the book. A nagging sense of discomfort lingered. Mama had no problem with me reading, but in this house, the walls had ears. If the wrong person found out, I would be in trouble. “Now that we understand each other,” he continued smoothly, “let’s get to why I’m here.” "If this is about me being your friend, forget it. Why the hell would I?" I fired back. He placed a hand on his lips as if deep in thought, casually strolling toward my bed. “Because you’re boring,” he said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

He felt like he was doing a confession. "Just the people?" Audrey asked. Why did she feel like he was trying to avoid talking about his past relationship with her. "She did get herself in trouble with me too, multiple times." He continued. "So, um; I'm gonna ignore the facts that the people in this part of the world still use people like slaves; so, I'm just gonna ask... What did she do to draw such an immense hatred from you and everyone. It's sure not just because she was just a servant who failed to do things now and then?" Audrey adjusted herself and lay on the pillow beside him.

Chapter 4 Aurelia "Sorry," I whispered automatically, reaching for the book. "I didn't see you there." "That's because you weren't looking," he said, his voice deep and smooth. He didn't hand me the book immediately, instead examining the cover. "Psychology 101. Are you a freshman?" I nodded, not trusting my voice to work properly. My brain was screaming at me that this gorgeous stranger was talking to me, actually talking to me, and I needed to say something normal and not weird.

Before I reach a conclusion, he speaks again. “I don't sleep with married women. I don't know how this fucker remembered me after so many years and why he jumped me when the fault was his desperate wife's.” Now it feels like he is talking to himself, trying to find out the reasons behind that doctor's aggressive behaviour towards him. I will always be a fool because I almost fell for his tricks. His voice holds so much sincerity that I find it hard to discard it as false. There it goes again. I wonder what spell he has casted on me to make me such a worthless judge of character.

“It’s important.” I added sugar to the coffee and stirred it slowly. “No, it is something. At least now, I know what I’ve gotten myself into.” He reached for my chin and tilted it up. “Look at me.” I met his eyes. “Then what? So I can remember this moment clearly when you finally decide to leave me too?” “We’ve talked about this already, Audrey. Why would you believe everything you heard?” he asked, almost pleading. “You’re not like them. I told you—you’re different.”