Why Does He Do That Audiobook Novels & Stories

she asked curiously cause she couldn't remember those letters in there. "Practice makes the man perfect and do you think watching you could help me after you left me here cliff-hanging," he smirked. " So are you reading porn in the language that I couldn't understand because I left you cliff-hanging," she stretched her lips on one side. He cleared his throat as he heard porn. "What? No..., No..., Heidi your mind is really dirty. These are astronomical books, silly," he said timidly as he showed some stars and some planets in there.

The smell of old books, the hum of the fluorescents, the way his eyes never wavered from mine—it was too much. He leaned in, voice low. “You’re wondering what’s wrong with you. Why you can’t let things go. Why you keep sabotaging good things in your life, like Jack Morrison.” My breath caught in my throat. He didn’t smirk. He just waited for me to catch up. “I don’t know who you think you are,” I said. “But you don’t know me.” “I know you better than you think,” he said, and his voice was gentle this time.

My face heated with his endearment. “Just please, give me my wallet back.” I almost exclaimed at his face. He does really find ways to make our conversation longer. He leaned a little closer again. “What if I don't want to.” God knows how much I tried to compose and stopped myself from the thought of smashing to his head the book in front of me. He is getting to my nerve. The audacity this man has on his body is overflowing. He really thought he can have everyone's neck on his hands.

Oh well, it’s partially right, or absolutely. “Well, do you?” he ask me back with his cold expression unchanging. Do I? I give him a shrug. He looks irritated by my answer, and ignored me. The book is open again by his hand and gives his attention back to the book. Okay. I did talk to him. Wait. Am I fulfilling things that the sender failed to do? I crossed my arms and stared at the back of the book that this guy is reading. Why would someone want to talk to someone as cold as him? And worse make memories?

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?"

He thought the drive was real so he took his time and hunted down Kelly as for me I got so engaged with my anger towards him that I didn't even look if the drive was real or not or just know what was inside it. All I wanted was to get rid of it as soon as possible but my history of endings didn't agree with me. Without death or betrayal, there isn't any ending written for me. I gently chuckled and look at him "What are you planning to do now?" What is he actually planning? I want to know and also don't; I'm really confused. He didn't say anything for a long time but Ik he was anxious cause this was like the 13th time he walked back and forth towards me all the while biting his nails,

Realizing what he had done, he sighed, and his shoulders sagged. “Buckley watches documentaries on his laptop. As-“ His eyes went wide as they landed on his mother and her cocked eyebrow as she realized what he started to say. “He doesn’t know how to use headphones and we all get to listen to whatever he has on. Lately it’s been Greek and Roman history.” “At least you are learning something.” Jaxon laughed. “I sympathize.” Ty gave him a small salute. “There’s a guy on shift that listens to audiobooks. Let me correct that. There’s a guy that plays audiobooks for the rest of us.”

He drawled; “So what do you think is the reason he’s after you now?” The question made my heart race because I wasn’t sure. I gulped, looked up at Kaden and replied truthfully; “I don’t know, he must’ve heard that I never lost my memories and wants me dead now… or he might be wanting to seek forgiveness, either way, I’m not sure.” “If he wanted forgiveness, Audrey, he wouldn’t send someone after you the way he did though.” He replied darkly.

It didn't seem as if he was leaving so I continued reading my book ,occasionally stealing a glance of him. He was just there picking his nails and doing nothing else, why did he come here? "I'm thirsty" He suddenly said. Why's he telling me he's thirsty? " I'm thirsty "He said again. I didn't need to be told so I gave him my water bottle and he drank the whole water,closed the bottle and tossed it at me,it hit my hand and fell on the ground " You could at least give it back to me " I said as I picked it up and kept beside me.

he growls. “I’m going to read a book for you, and you have no other choice than to listen.” A frustrated sound leaves his lips. “What have I done to deserve this...” “The book ended with a dramatic cliffhanger,” I respond in a bright tone. “I’m sure you’ll love it.” He groans, and I open the book. I won’t give up on him. And, since he can’t escape, I’m going to be reading for him every single day. Maybe this will help him heal?