Ask Me A Question Novels & Stories

Pam asks, I sit up in bed, watching the words on my screen, chewing on my lower lip. The kiss comes to mind. With slightly trembling fingers, I pull up our messages thread. What should I ask? I mean, I know what I want to know– “Do you want me to fuck you?” The question comes to the forefront of my mind, a shiver of pleasure runs along my spine. My throat feels dry, cheeks hot. Taking a sip from the bottled water beside my bed, I click on the text thread again.

Like a piece was missing. My phone buzzed. Unknown number. Of course. I opened the message. A single line. YOU’RE STARTING TO SEE IT. My chest tightened. Another line followed. BUT YOU’RE STILL NOT ASKING THE RIGHT QUESTION. I swallowed. Because that again. That phrase. The same one from before. Ask the right questions. My fingers hovered over the screen. Then I typed. What question? The reply came instantly. WHO BENEFITS MOST IF YOU AND DAMIAN DESTROY EACH OTHER?

But you still haven't responded to my question. I rolled onto my side, my thumbs hovering over the keyboard. 𝙈𝙚: "𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" The three most useless words in the world of communication. Nobody who asks that question actually wants to know the answer. I paused, taking a breath before firing off the next part.

Besides, she could not think of a question. When Aster saw that Myka was not saying anything, he gave her some encouraging words. “Don’t be nervous. You can ask me whatever you want.” Since he gave her the pass to ask whatever question she wanted, she would be doing his enthusiasm dirty if she did not ask the question she wanted answered, right? “Mr. Aster, do you know me?” What sort of question was that? The students wondered why Myka would ask such a question.

I asked with a very calm and persuasive voice, like I was talking to an angry toddler. Slowly, he looked up from the papers again and arched an eyebrow at me, a questioning look in his bored eyes. “Why are you suddenly asking me that? Why do you want to know?” He asked. Ugh! I exclaimed inwardly, this is what I had wanted to avoid, a question for a question, Ares was so tiring. “Well, you know…” I didn’t know what to say, but I had to get some information from him, it was a necessity. “Oh common just tell me, are you guys friends?”

She shook her head and asked, irritation clear in her voice, “Why are you asking me this?” “Just curious.” I looked into her eyes and asked, “Do you like me?” . A. Gupta

Creeped out, I raised both of my arms up in defeat and asked him awkwardly, "Whyyy are you asking me these questions? He crossed his arms in front of hist chest. "Why should I not be asking you these questions?" I squinted my eyes. "Why are you answering my questions with more questions?" He shrugged. "Why should I not be answering you a question to your questions?" I blinked. "I am honestly kind of confused right now." He continued. "Why are you kind of confused?" "Because why is green not the opposite of pink?" I asked with a nod before putting my own paintbrush down and grab my phone. "Let's ask G****e!"

Her remark aroused my interest. I had not even pursued her yet, but she brought it up herself. "Since you've brought it up, I'd like to ask you something, Ms. Jackson. In terms of performance, seniority, and skills, I'm much better than Logan in every aspect. Why was I laid off?"

"How am I supposed to know if Amber is having sex with someone? how? and why are you asking me? why don't you ask him?" I rolled my eyes. I'm gonna have to use the belt .

Let me not get her tired now I need to take a bath, I will still have her in the evening I stood up, getting off her body as I sat at the edge of the bed, I need to gather a little strength before I proceed to the bathroom to take a bath "are you OK?" I heard her sweet voice asked as I just nodded my head "can... Can..can I ask you a question?" she said all of a sudden "sure baby go ahead" I replied as she crawled close to me "what do you do for a living?" she asked unexpectedly, I was shocked at first but came back to my senses