Calling Chris Novels & Stories

Scarlett P.O.V “Happy Birthday you big dope!” I said. Speaking to Kyle again for the first time in weeks was such a lovely feeling. He told me all about my nephew and Lily. I told him we would come and visit very soon. As we ended the call I quickly finished the paperwork I had been working on before distracting myself. Finally putting down the pen I reached for my phone again and called Chris. After a few rings Dwight picked up the phone. “Hi Scar, Chris is just in a meeting can he call you back in like 5 minutes?” He asked as I smiled at the sound of his voice.

He would definitely go looking for her, especially if she didn't answer her cell phone. "Holy shit!" Chris's voice snapped her out of her reverie. He stood with his back to her, but his head swiveled all around. "TC! TC, we got problems." "What the hell are you babbling about?" TC sounded about as put out as Lainie would expect. Maybe he had fallen asleep after all.

Mathew uninterestedly asked. "What do you..." She shook her head, reminding herself there was no room for any more curiosity. "Mathew, do you know where Chris is? He is at work right? Or maybe he is hanging out with you guys somewhere. That must be it. It's only afternoon guys, save the fun for later in the evening and can you tell him to pick his calls for f*cks sake!" Mathew was silent. "Hello?" She spoke into the receiver.

I said to the man working the front door. "Thank fuck," he said and followed us down the steps, leaving the door unmanned as people started pushing inside. We were about to leave the parking lot when my phone rang and I saw it was Chris. She knew we were busy with collections which meant that this was an emergency. "Chris," I said as I answered the phone and listened to the music in the background. "I need your help," she said to me. "Where the fuck are you?" I yelled at her. "I'm at that school party with Rory…" she began to say.

Chris asked her catching me off guard "Number, why?" "Cause I have a crush on you and since you're Ava's friend let's keep in touch," Chris asked with a flirty smile "Ohh okay sure" Chris gave Sherly his phone and she inputted her number, "Thanks, I'll call you" "Hmmm" She nodded and looked at me "I'll come back to know when she's back, please take care" I nodded and watch as she left, I turned to Chris immediately "Bro something is strange"

Chapter: 14 ****** Another buzzing notification jolted him back to reality, and he glanced down at his phone. With a frown, he dialed the number. "Hey, Casey," he said into the receiver and waited, hearing muffled voices on the other line. "Chris?" came a familiar voice. "What's up?" "I need you to do me a favor." "Okay. Go ahead," she replied.

Mary chimed in. I sighed heavily. “Is that why you dragged me out?” “You looked like you needed fresh air,” Mary muttered. As I raised my head, my gaze caught Chris across the floor. He didn’t notice me—he was on a call, his expression tense. I excused myself and followed quietly. He headed toward the staircase—hardly anyone used it since the elevator was more convenient. I slipped inside, climbing slowly, listening. “I’ll get you the money, I promise,” Chris was pleading into his phone. “I just need more time. A week is too short—please, give me a month—”

We were not really all that close but it was going to be near impossible to keep this a secret. I found a bench on campus with little to no one around, and I waited. I was lost flipping through social media when his call popped up. I took a deep breath and answered, “hello?” “Hi, Eve, my name is Chris, how are you?” Hmm, sounded hot, professional and hot. “I’m great, and you,” I tried not to sound too eager or cheerful. Keep it casual dude, it’s just dinner … calm down.

I couldn't help but smile at the memory of Chris's face when I confirmed our relationship or how pale he turned when he came inside me. Of course, the shock didn’t prevent him from fucking me two more times without protection. I don't know why men were so turned on by not wearing protection, but I had to admit that the potential this particular man developed in the shower was incredible. Now I could say that it was hard for me to walk. I had just finished putting on my uniform when I heard Chris’ voice from the kitchen. Was he singing? I couldn't tell since it was a distant sound. And I was the only one in the house with him, so I doubted he could be talking to anyone, so I left my room and