Why Does He Do That Audiobook Novels & Stories

What is he haying? "Are you happy with my surprise?" He laughs loudly as if he is finally getting what he desires. There's something in Orlando's voice that's making me feel more about what's wrong with him. It's like he is a different person. "Why did you do this to me? I didn't do anything wrong to you!" Just why did he have to do this when he can tell me what he wants in the first place? "What are you talking about? Aren't you the one who is insane?"

He angrily said and punched the wall, leaving a dent in it. His father was right. What had he done? He'd not even seen his father's face since the last week he put him in that condition, and now reality was heavily dawning on him. All what his father said was correct. Fuck! He cursed under his breath and paced down the hallway, severely trying to double down on the mental breakdown he was having. But then he suddenly stopped. He heard voices, Audrey's own more pronounced. She was in a room with Tiana and she was the one doing most of the talking.

“Sienna, this isn’t fun anymore. You just have to give in, and we won't have any problems. Why are you doing this to yourself?” His voice was sickeningly calm, like he cared. I looked up at him, eyes blurry with tears. “Why are you doing this? Why!!” I sobbed, slamming my fists against my chest like that would help me breathe. He squatted beside me and raised his hand to touch my head. “Don’t you know the reason? Should I remind you about the deal?” he said, voice soft and disgusting. His gaze dropped to my chest. I instantly covered myself, trembling, but his hand still moved slowly toward me.

"Sure." "Your...." He paused, as if looking for the right words for his question. "Disability. How did that come about?" I tensed and he continued, "Well, most deaf people don't talk or have limited vocabulary so I'm interested to know...." he trailed off, unsure of what to say next. This was a topic that I was usually asked about at university. How come you talk so well? What kind of "deaf" is that? Why ask people to repeat when you can hear? You have hearing aids!

I grabbed the tape again, and fear flashed across his eyes. “You're still not ready to speak?" I asked, chuckling loudly. “Do you need another session of…” "I'll… I'll speak," he whispered in a quivering voice. I grabbed the chair behind him and sat down, then pulled out the book and threw it at him. “Tell me everything I need to know about this, everything," I ordered. His shaking hand pulled the cover open and stared at the bold title written on the first page. “Are you doing this because of that woman you worked with?" He asked, and I jerked up.

But why the hell do I feel I was doing the opposite? I groaned in my head at my bitch ass explanation. “I didn’t know you cared about old legends,” he suddenly said. I think he believed me. “I don’t,” I lied quickly. “I mean… normally I don’t. I was just curious.” He went back to the book as he flipped through it unimpressed. I just stared at him, I could tell he wanted to rip the pages from the book. “If you are so curious, why don’t I save you the stress” he told me as he closed the book.

"I don't react to holy water. I know what you're thinking. You want to get rid of me. Look, there's only two ways in the book that you can get rid of all that lust." Finally, something worth listening to! He had my attention because I looked at him with more intention than before, almost regretting it when he hit me with that lazy stare. He was effortlessly handsome. Goddamn! He held up his hand as he counted, "One, sex. Two, death." "You're bluffing," I folded my hands. "I kid you not," he shrugged. "I read a book because of you. I hate reading." "You're among the top ten brightest students in class. How can you hate reading?"

“It’s okay bud. I know it doesn’t feel okay but I need you to hear, to understand that you’re okay. You’re not in trouble. No one here wants to hurt you. You are safe.” He looks at my right hand, then my face before glancing to the left. He repeats the pattern several times going right to left before returning left to right. Everything is silent accenting his heavy breathing and the slight wheeze behind each breath. He looks at my feet as he recovers enough to finally speak. “What’s wrong with me? Why is this happening? It was just a question about sex. I know what it’s supposed to be but every time the word is mentioned I see what it’s not.”

But finally, he moved. The sound of his footsteps was heavy against the concrete floors, and he didn’t stop until he was standing in front of me. I sneered in his direction as best as I could from my vulnerable position but It didn’t faze him because he leaned into me, his breath hot against my cheeks. "Why are you doing this to yourself? Why start a war you don’t even have the capacity to win?" His deep baritone voice sent a shudder down my spine. It held the viciousness that I loathed.

Jim said when he saw her. She put her bag above the table and the book she took. “Why did you ask to meet and why here of all places?” he asked. “I know you talk too loud, and if I bought you in a place like this, you’d have no choice but to minimize your voice,” she said. “I don’t get what’s running inside that head of yours, but I know for sure you’re using it,” he remarked. “Audi is working with Tux,” she said. He was surprised, but the silence surrounding the place made him suppress his emotion.