Me Looking For Who Asked Novels & Stories

I asked, trying to hold a conversation with her while waiting for the person to answer me. “I'm fine.” She answered. “This is the first time you've asked me that. Is everything okay?” I stared at the message box and saw that the person had sent a message. “Yeah, I am,” I answered as my eyes stared at the message before me. [I am not the poster] Tsk, that doesn't answer my question. [Who are you?] They left the message unread and didn't answer. “Mm…Alicia?” Bella's voice sounded from the phone, and I looked away from my screen.

We just stand in silence. “Princess?” he calls. “Hmmm?” I answer , glad we broke the awful uncomfortable silence. “Did you want to watch me change or tell me something?” he says , a hint of humour laced in his voice. I close my eyes in embarrassment as remember that I was supposed to ask him some thing but had completely lost my train of thought. “Oh..hmmm…I wanted to ask you , if you would like to watch a movie with me?” I ask him nervously. I watch him open his mouth to say some thing but before he does I cut him off.

I looked here and there. "Who is there?" I questioned the person who just talked with me. "I asked, who is here?" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Satan, is it you?" I demanded an answer while assuming the Lord of Hell might be here. I looked here and there. My heart was beating so fast. To be continued.

I clear my throat to get everyone’s attention. “So back to what we were doing. I need those numbers please. I’d like to have them called before the night is over with. Then from there we can…” I was saying to them as the door burst open again. When I looked up the last person I ever expected to be there was standing in the door way looking shocked. “I’m looking for Zayden. Anyone seen him?” Eve asked looking around at all the people. When she noticed me she did a double take and sneered.

Out of all these, there is a question to be asked here and I wasn't going to miss my chance. “Who are you?” I asked him.

“Or did I just miss that part?” “I didn’t-” I bit my lip then blinked. “Wait, you said Grayson Zu- do you know him?” He looked at me and let out a sigh. A very deep sigh. “The question you should be asking is, who doesn’t know Grayson Zucker?”

In a few seconds, I was connected to the chief, and after a brief introduction on who I was, he stood on his toes and was fully ready to attend to me. “I need to find someone,” I stated. “Who is she to you, sir?” He asked. I slammed my eyes shut, pissed about the amount of times that same question has been asked. The fact that I was asked that question wasn't what was annoying; the annoying thing was that I couldn't give the correct answer to that question.

"What actually happened with the man asking about me?" I heard Mikhail close a door and walk away. "One of the men called me. Said some guy was asking around, wanting to know what they knew about you." "Who was he?" "Still working on that." I felt annoyed and irritated with him. "Have you at least found him?" "No," Mikhail admitted. "But I questioned the guy he spoke to. We’re working on getting a sketch." "Make it faster," I ordered. If someone was asking after me, I wanted to know who the hell it was.

My head was buzzing, my heels hurt. I glanced at my phone, squinting at the glowing screen. And then, just as I was about to lock it, a call popped up. I answered it. “Hello? Who’s this?” I asked, my voice a little slurred, a little sleepy. I glanced around, searching for Cheska—but the crowd had swallowed her whole. She was somewhere. I think? [“Finally… where are you?”] a familiar voice demanded from the other end. “Who are you?” I asked again, blinking at the screen. Then I saw the name. “Oh… Mr. De Herrera! What’s up?”

Chloe said nothing. Vega asked if there was anything else. Nobody spoke. She looked at me. "Do you want to respond?" she asked. "No," I told her. Someone at the far end of the table shifted. I did not look at who. "Why not?" Mia asked quietly, directed at me not at the room.