Ask Again Yes Novels & Stories

Volume returning to normal, he asked, “How are you? Are you okay?” My brow furrowed, my eyes narrowing as I tried to work out what the hell was happening right now. “I’m fine, thanks. Why? Shouldn’t I be?” “Isn’t it a customary when calling someone to ask how they are?” Aaaand the dick was back. But not for long, it seemed. “I’m sorry, Marissa. Forgive me, it’s been a long day.” Yeah, he was telling me. “That’s okay. How are you?”

Why does this name seem familiar? I went to my place, She always sends the place where we eat but still, she hasn't send anything. Should I ask her? I got refreshed and saw her chat again. There wasn't anything from her so I messaged her asking, "Are you there?" I didn't get a reply so I went to sleep. A notification popped. I quickly took my phone to check, She replied, "Yes." Yes? Did she forget about the meet? Should I ask about it or not?

' Ana asked, obviously confused " That would be the better picture here, but, no" riley replied " He's having a baby" " Having a baby?, are you pregnant??' Ana asked with a pitched voice " I'm not pregnant Ana, you would know" Riley replied, this time, the tears were beginning to set in and the incident of last night was rushing back to her " so, if you're not pregnant and he's having a baby...does that mean?'' Ana was beginning to say but stopped abrubtly " NO''

"Sorry for disturbing you Naira but it was important and Sir wasn't answering his phone." I uttered calmly, "It's okay. What's the matter?" "Naira, our deal with Hobsons needs attention. Akash Sir or your presence is needed there in New York by tomorrow evening." I could feel the urgency in his voice. "Okay. I will tell Akash." Saying that I cut off the line. I called Akash but his phone was switched off. Right then I heard Mom calling me. I got downstairs. Mom was setting the table for dinner. I wasn't feeling like eating but I didn't want to answer their questions. So I took my seat silently.

“Is it Mom?” “No,” he denies. “Daddy?” I give him another guess. “Nope,” he again disclaims. “Then who?” I prompt, impatient of this guessing game. “It’s Linc.” ****

–R Quinn looks at me as we wait for the three little dots to stop bouncing as Max replies. Yeah, sure. –M Relief, and regret sink heavy into the pit of my stomach. I'm not sure what I'm wanting out of this but that's because Max is sending mixed signals. When? –R This weekend. –M See ya then. –R After typing my reply, I shove my phone back in my pocket. "Thank God, I thought he was really asking me out." I fake a smile and Quinn rolls her eyes at me. She doesn't believe me.

No, I am not and this time I am very serious, so goodbye” And started walking away to which I too bid him goodbye thinking that he must be joking, but as he started walking away I murmured slowly,”No, please don't go”, and the very same time again he came back to ask me,”Should I really go, see you still have chance to stop me “, to which I uttered in “Yes, you can go”, but actually my nod was in “No”, as I didn't want him to go, unable to understand my answer he again repeated the same question and again I uttered in “Yes”, but as soon as he started walking again, I caught his hands uttering,”Go, why are you standing ?”

“Didn’t like your room?” Silence. Wren glanced up at Jackson then back to the scone in his hand. Jackson heaved a heavy sigh. More commands. And the article said it was fine, especially at first but he still hated it. “Wren, from now on, when I ask you a question, I expect an answer. There will never be a punishment for your answer. There will never be a wrong answer to any question I ask, but there has to be an answer.” He waited for the flicker of Wren’s eyes. For Wren to look at him then look away. “A nod or a shake of the head for yes or no questions counts as an answer. ‘I don’t know’ counts as an answer. ‘I don’t want to answer that’ counts as an answer. Do you understand?”

They looked like they needed it more than me anyways. "Do you understand English? Hello?" Hope grumbled at me before snapping her fingers in front of my face. I nodded, trying to let her know I was listening- it was just hard. Hope sighed and ran her hand through her blazing red hair. "Don't you know when to shut up?"

Wiping the leftover cum on my face after I was done, I looked deep into his eyes with a question. "Am I forgiven?" With a rasp breath he replied. "Yes you are."