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Business or casual, walking or dancing, everything…lawd. I was going to call him, but from the work phone. He was too unpredictable to have my number, yet. I was nervous, but calm at the same time. I sat to my desk and dialed the number. My stomach started flipping as I waited. He picked up on the way to the third ring. I sat there in silence as I heard him playing the song in the background. I smiled in the phone like a schoolgirl as the warm feeling took over me. “Hello…hello.” He said with confidence like he was expecting me to say something. I couldn’t speak. I sat there in silence listening to him. His voice along with the music was intoxicating. I sat back and closed my eyes. He stoppe

Mason to the hospital. Left with no other option, as I looked away from the domestic staff that were staring at me, I walked back to my car, unlocked the door, and got in. My phone rang again with an incoming call with one of my favorite musicians. I looked at the screen, seeing it was a phone call from Clara, as the phone rang with "All of Me" by John Legend. I picked up the call and asked, "Hello, Clara, what's it?" My voice was deep as emotions flooded through me.

She's the One Robbie Williams I was her She was me We were one We were free And if there's somebody calling me on She's the one If there's somebody calling me on She's the one We were young We were wrong We were fun All along And if there's somebody calling me on She's the one When you get to where you want to go And you know the things you want to know You're smiling. When you said what you want to say And you know the way you want to play it You'll be so high you'll be flying. Tho' the sea Will be strong I know we'll Carry on 'Cause if there's somebody calling me on

She is busy being pregnant. There is only one person left, Grayson. My hands graze over his name,God what am I doing. I groan and put the phone back on the night stand. Maybe just one call will be enough. I sigh and picked it up again,this without thinking and dialed his number and called him. Ringing! Ringing! Ringing! He answers on the fourth ring and my heart skips a beat. "Hello"his groggy husky sleepy voice fills my eyes and I sigh.

“Sure, no problem. Oh, take this card and just give me a call once you have decided to let us hear a sample of your other songs. I want to some bops; you feel me?!” “Yeah, for sure.” I took the calling card from Guy Richie’s hand before eventually running towards a private area. I looked at my phone and the ringing suddenly stopped much to my disappointment. I waited again for another ring and when it rang, I immediately answered the phone but no one was answering. I just heard someone crying yet it was faint enough that I can’t tell if it was someone crying or if it was just someone creating weird sounds. And then I heard something crashed. “Woah, hello? Jayler?”

Can we go back to the days our love was strong? Can you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong? Can somebody tell me how to get things back The way they used to be Oh, God give me a reason I’m down on bended knees “Did you call me to have a concert over the phone?” I suddenly stopped I was speechless. “Hey!”

About Isabella. About everything. Should I call Mom? I think about it. More than once. But I already know how she’d react. She’d book the next flight out, show up screaming, and the chaos would swallow us whole. I’d lose the fragile thread of truth I’m still chasing. And worst of all, Dad wouldn’t listen. Not if she’s the one saying it. So I don’t call. I just go home. And walk straight into a nightmare wrapped in silk. The house is glowing—literally. Candles lit. Soft music playing. Something in the air smells like lavender and money.

I was lounging at home, scrolling through social media, when a livestream title suddenly caught my eye—"The Other Woman Crash Course." Curious, I entered to see a woman talking animatedly, "My sugar daddy gives me 200,000 every month. I just need to keep him satisfied!" Viewers were doubtful and asked, "I don't believe you. Tell us how you two met." She smiled. "That's alright. You don't get to meet someone like that every day. I met him after doing a bone marrow transplant with his girlfriend three years ago. That's how I met this golden bachelor." I frowned. I had a bone marrow transplant three years ago too. Suddenly, the door opened, and she covered her phone in panic. A man's deep

However, all she got for her troubles was a mechanical female voice, saying, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable." Her face turned even paler, and an unprecedented feeling of panic flashed across her eyes. So, she tapped on my profile picture and sent message after message. "Jack, where are you? Answer the phone. I need to see you now. Call me immediately!' If you call me now, I'll forgive you. I admit I was just saying things out of anger. I just want you to come home." "I don't want Mom's belongings anymore. I don't care if you sold it. I just want you to come home. So, call me now!"

I just stood there, frozen, staring at the phone. The girl paused, then said, a little thrown, "Liam? You there?" That voice—I knew it. It was Nina. Eighteen. Memories slammed into me like a wave. Twelve years ago, around this time, Nina called to tell me she was in love. I forced the panic down. My voice came out dry. "What do you want with Liam?" She hesitated. "Who is this?" I dodged it. "You're calling Liam Lambert... planning to confess, right?"