Why Does He Do That Audiobook Novels & Stories

I laughed to myself. "You're not really going to talk to me?" Still nothing. I sighed and in a flash was holding the book. He looked up. There. Finally got your attention. I smirked. "I'm studying, Audrey," she said stiffly and tried to retrieve the book but I pulled away. "Why are you having a bad trip?"

I took three different cabs and walked the last six blocks and checked behind me every thirty seconds like he taught me and when I finally got to the coffee shop he was already sitting in the back corner with a laptop and headphones and a look on his face that made my stomach hurt. "What did you find," I said as I sat down. He did not answer right away and instead he pushed the headphones across the table. "Listen to this first. Then we will talk." I put the headphones on and he clicked something on the laptop and the audio started playing and at first it was just static and background noise but then I heard voices. Two men talking. The first voice was shaky and scared. "I am not doing this

I don't speak. What good is it when he has already forged his own understanding from the one per cent of our conversation that he overheard? He grabs my arm, fury dancing in his gaze. My stomach turns, I don’t think I’ve ever been more appalled by something than I am by his ignorance in this moment. “What are you doing talking to Audrey that way?” He demands. “What has she done to you?” “What hasn’t she done?” “I—I just came to invite her for lunch,” Audrey stutters, her eyes watering. For a moment, even I begin to fall for it. “And she—”

He tried to explain. I shook my head, "Like hell I will," I mumbled and he rolled his eyes, "Why would she do that anyway?" He shot me a glare, "Because she likes you, stupid!" Did he just call me stupid? "The more reasons I shouldn't go," I clarified. Alex facepalmed, "Oh my god, oh god what is this I am dealing with?" He talked with himself, "What is this man made of?" He is insulting me now, isn't he?

“Okay… now you’re officially being creepy. What’s with the staring?” He didn’t smile. “Is that how you want to do this?” he asked quietly. My stomach dropped. “Do what?” “Play dumb.” I scoffed, folding my arms even though my chest felt too tight for it. “I don’t know what version of this conversation you rehearsed in your head, but you’re going to have to give me context.” His jaw clenched. “The audio.” There it was. I nodded slowly, like he’d just mentioned the weather. “Oh. That.”

It can’t be. But it is. My heart is racing now. Why would he…? Why would he be part of this? It doesn't make any sense. I close my eyes, and the voice comes back again. “You better know what you’re doing.” It's the very same rhythm. And it all clicks. Holy shit!

I think he prevented himself from punching me so much that his knuckles had gone white. I am trying to listen to what he's saying but all the terms that he is using makes it hard for me to understand! "It's obvious that you hate me and it is no secret that I also dislike you, so why can't we just agree to drop this lesson?" I said as I batted my eyes at him innocently. "Not gonna happen." He said as he opened a book. "This is a part of your lesson. So you'll have to learn it." "Nothing you even say makes any sense to me." I slumped on my seat. He didn't bother to look up this time as he read something from a leather bound book. His jaw clenched in annoyance, his black hair falling as he bent

Like someone had started carving something beautiful and then walked away. “Where are we going?” I asked. He gave nothing. Men like him probably didn’t waste words on their victims. Too busy murdering families and ruining perfectly good evenings. Or maybe he had a speech problem. I squinted my eyes at him as I tried to imagine him having difficulty with words. “I have book club tomorrow. We’re doing Pride and Prejudice. I’m supposed to bring scones. I would really like not to miss it.” Still zero reaction. Not even a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

He sang through the phone. "Trust me. I will kill the monster." I heard him inhale sharply before he said a simple ok then we hung the phone. Why he is acting weird when the subject comes to Heil? "Madam, coffee." A peon came and set the coffee mug on my table. The aroma hit my nostrils instantly making me feel alive once again. "Thank you." I flashed him a smile. He nodded his head and turned his heels to walk away but I stopped him.

I answered with a sly smile on my face. And then he started. I think I found my favorite way of reading my books, and that would be through Damon. Audio books didn't come close. At the first page, he was been all grumpy and dragging the words, but when it got to the part where the female lead walked in on her husband fucking his maid, his entire expression changed. He let out a string of curses at Phillip being an asshole and all sorts of stuff and in a way it felt like he was enjoying the book, more than me.