Iris: The Lady And Her Smartphone Novels & Stories

Emerald replied, sounding as though she was losing hope. Iris grinned and grabbed her phone. "Well, for someone this shameless, you have to beat them at their own game. Give it to me—I’ll handle it." Her fingers were quick on the keyboard, and when Emerald peeked at the screen, her eyes widened in shock.

Iris watches her phone rings and finally it stops. It's annoying when people don't get the hint that you don't wanna talk to them right now. It's even more annoying when it's an unknown number. By exhaling an annoyed huff, Iris finally picks up the call when it goes off again. Her phone has been going off for at least half an hour now. Assuming it's that nonsense secret admirer of her who doesn't have the courage to reveal themselves, she blocked the number but that person is a shameless soul who didn't hesitate to disturb her with a bunch of more different numbers.

I'M TALKING ABOUT IRIS" She look around just to check if any one is watching. *I TOLD YOU NOT TO CONTACT ME. I'LL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT ANYTIME I'M FREE. WHAT ABOUT MY BALANCE FROM THE LAST ONE?* She texted. She had install a small camera into Iris bathroom sending her nudes to her clients for money. Her phone beeped afterwards an alert notification popped on her screen. *DONE.. THE NUDES! I FUCKING NEED IT* The strange person texted. *TONIGHT, I'LL SURELY GET IT FOR YOU* She deleted the Messages after chatting and then walked to watch Iris interview. __ (PARK) "This place is awesome, I love it" Aurora said staring at the garden before her.

The lady who helped Iris said something so absurd. “Me? Celebrity? You must be kidding, Ma’am,” Iris responded politely while shaking her head amusingly. “Well, but you are. Not only because you have great cupcakes to sell, but yeah, I saw some paparazzi camped here several days ago and some other days too,” she chuckled upon hearing the lady’s explanation. But Iris chose not to respond and busied herself packing the large bulk of the order the lady put for her. “Do you have a party?” Iris changed the subject.

☆Idris☆ I looked at my phone on the floor, this woman was annoying. More annoying than my sister or mother. "In short," she moved nearer to me, "there is only one Idris Rells, and unfortunately, it is you I want." "Well, I do not want you, and secondly, I do not like you,” I replied as her eyes lowered to meet mine but full of fire without resolving. "Yes, you do!" she kept moving closer but I maintained my gaze without breaking eye contact.

But my mind was restless, and I found myself mindlessly swiping through the document photos on my phone, my attention waning. Then, suddenly, a particular photo caught my eye. I stopped, my thumb hovering over the screen as I stared at it. It was Iris. The image had been taken earlier that day in the car by Ivan to investigate her. She wasn’t posing, wasn’t even aware that the photo had been captured. Her head was tilted slightly, her brown eyes framed by dark lashes, her expression softened by exhaustion. Her skin had a natural glow under the soft lighting, and the faintest flush dusted her cheeks from the heat.

Her heart swelled with a sense of appreciation for him. "Thanks," she breathes out. Her hormones are through the roof. She prays he doesn’t hear her thumping heart. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm fine," she said. She was going to say more when her phone starts buzzing. It was her *ssistant who was pleading with her to come fast. She smashed the Lamp which was on her table. Iris gifted her that lamp. Rage began to course its way in her veins. "I should go," she said.

Iris sighed as she touched her head if her hair was properly covered by Mary and it was so what made him think she's a lady? He could have said girl but a lady? Maybe just for courtesy but it's the first time she experienced being called like one and it made her feel warm and nostalgic for some reason because she felt like her whole world was slowly moving, lie she was in a loop in time Iris just shrugged that thought as she remembered how late it was to have dinner and to present her gift to her little brother. ***

And I don't know if she noticed or not but the left sleeve of her t-shirt has fallen from her shoulder, exposing the straps of her pink bra and her nape and shoulder. I feel like a louse, checking her out, my fingers twitching. A foreign need to touch her ignited a fire inside me. And the thought had me breathing hard. I don't want to do something that I would regret later, but something in me is telling me that the regret of things, I am imagining to do to Iris will never come. "Mr. Russo," Iria called, snapping me out of my illicit thoughts. I shook my head, " You forgot this. " pulling her phone out of her pocket.

I rolled my eyes, "Fuck off." "I gotta get this customer, but..." Iris deviously grabbed my hand and pulled a pen from her bra. "What are you doing?" I questioned. With a seductive smile, she inked her phone number into the palm of my hand. "People still do this?" I giggled. "I do," she pecked my palm before walking away to tend to other customers. "Wow, look at you," Roy teased. "What?" I huffed. "Hitting on a woman already." "Are you trying to be annoying?"