Why Does He Do That Audiobook Novels & Stories

So much for trying to act professional. Kai lets out a low chuckle, the kind that crawls under your skin, annoyingly not in a bad way, and just lingers there. With that kind of sound, I can’t help but think he knows exactly what he’s doing, showing up here and saying things just to mess with me. And the worst part? A tiny, traitorous part of me still wants to keep it together and pretend like he’s not having this ridiculous effect on me. “I still don’t know the specific book I am looking for but I think I know a topic now,” he pauses, his gaze locking with mine. “Do you know any books on second chances and forgiveness, Ava?”

Why is he even here? I didn't think he was the type of person who was mischievous enough to play tricks on others. "What are you doing here?" He asks languidly, his gaze drifting across my face before resting on the book in my hand. I try to let out a chuckle that isn't awkward, hiding the book behind me. But I'm sure you can tell by now that my effort was a total fluke. "Just trying to figure out stuff. You know, with the memory loss and stuff," I say, and he smiles softly.

At a distance. "I... Nnngghhhh.". He heard someone moaning. Wait what.. In the broad day light. He chuckled a bit, turning to his book again. It was no harm to give them some privacy right. He flipped the pages of the book when he heard something he shouldn't or he didn't want to. "Why Yo. You don’t like"? It was not the teasing tone that peeked his interest but the owner of the voice. "Silly Noah... Why won't I like it if it's you. It's just that it's day and.. Mmmmppp". The voice was muffled again with some rustling sounds.

he apologizes. “ Then I thought I could still find you, I wasn’t in my right senses anymore, I tried finding you and while I so much in deep thought that I had lost you and my baby, I got crush by a truck but you know what kept me alive , your face, your soft beautiful voice even though I lost my hearings , I never for once stop thinking about you” he paces back and forth, I could feel his pain, I could see how mad he was at himself. I stood up and wanted to touch him but then I went to sit in an armschair. The part he said he was searching for me made him burst out in tears because I know how he struggle with his hearings, I can’t believe lack of communications brought got us to an unhealth

I can feel his somewhat pissed off aura resonating so loud, but I can tell he's trying to calm himself down. "Oh, this?” He said, “I swear, you don't want to know what I’m doing," He replied sounding a little bit lukewarm about my presence, or maybe he knows that I don't give a shit about what he is reading which is kind of true. I don't find interest in reading books, they suck my energy, and as an athletic person, I hate having such pussy energy. Honestly, I just want to open the chatbox for the both of us, after all, this was my plan the whole time. "Why not?" I discourteously grabbed the book from his hands which he pulled back in a quick reaction. I thought maybe he was reading an eroti

My chest tightened. “What?” He hesitated. Then shook his head. “No… maybe not.” “Why?” He looked toward the hallway. “The room.” My heart jumped. “No,” I said quickly. “I already—” I stopped myself. His eyes lit up slightly. “You went in?” “I just looked,” I said quickly. He didn’t get angry. He just leaned a little closer, lowering his voice. “Don’t go there again.” “Why does everyone keep saying that?” I asked. “Because…” He paused. “Some things don’t stay just books.”

“Maybe. Or maybe the universe just likes giving us… very inconvenient coincidences.” “Funny. I don’t feel lucky.” He slid the book back onto the rack, his gaze cutting straight into mine. “Not luck. Just… a pattern. Every time I leave, I want to come back. Every time I see you, I want to talk.” I rolled my eyes and started walking. “You’re one of those men who enjoys hearing his own voice, aren’t you?” “I’d rather hear yours. But since you’re stubborn, well… improvising works.”

He holds the book loosely, still looking at me as he walks back up to the counter and my pulse stutters as my heart squeeze at his words. “Shit! You really are crazy! That’s not how that works.”I say in a pitiful tone as a faint smile touches his lips. “You’d be surprised.”He says and I inhale slowly trying steadying myself and my patience as I stretch out my hand as I reach for the book he’s holding. Or at least I try to. He doesn’t hand it over right away. Instead, he just stands there, holding it loosely, still looking at me like he’s studying something I can’t see in myself.

The shrug he gave allowed me to observe the broadness of his shoulders which I desperately held onto while his huge dick tunnelled into my… What on earth am I thinking? “Well… You are partly right about that. But you are wrong about something.” Honestly, there is something insane about the way his voice slowly spits out words. “Miss Edwards, things work out for me, yes. But when they don’t, I make sure they do. Does that make sense to you?” “What?” “Do you have a hearing problem?” “What? Oh. Oh.” A random chuckle escaped me and I narrowed my eyes at him. “Were you just being uselessly bold the day we met?” His fingers twitched against my skin and it was as though he was curious about me.

I interrupted him, looking away. “Athena, I didn’t do that because I felt guilty. I did it because…” “…because you felt sorry for me. I know, I know it’s because of my past job that you did that,” I added before looking at him. “Athena, it’s not because of that, okay? Can you please just listen to me first?” “I don’t see any other reason for you to do that.” “You really don’t understand, do you?” he said, but I could feel the sadness in his voice. He suddenly looked away from me and sighed deeply.