Your Driver Is Waiting Novels & Stories

Xander responded with a tone that was almost akin to irritation. "Yes, sir." The driver responded, chastened. He quickly got into the driver's seat and waited for his boss to get in on the passenger side.

I didn’t move. The driver opened his door, ready to come around and open ours, but I shot him a look. His hands were on the car handle before he withdrew and stood by the side, back facing me as he waited for a signal. Axel tried to come to the car but the driver stopped him with a silent warning. Axel narrowed his eyes but backed off. He leaned to the side, squinting to peer inside, but the windows were too dark. Good. I glanced down at my shoulders.

I asked, my voice barely audible. He pointed to a corner and I saw the same man who was in the room earlier. He looked restless as he stood by the corner of a building, puffing on a cigarette. “He looks like he is waiting for somebody.” The driver pointed out as he stopped the car. I nodded in agreement, my eyes fixed on the man. His fidgety behavior and periodic glances made it obvious that he was expecting somebody. I had a glimmer of hope that he was waiting for the person who was meant to send him his remaining payment. I would finally see who tried to set me up.

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

Delvis set the glass down on the table beside him without drinking from it and leaned forward slightly with both arms resting on his knees. "There was an incident on the main route about an hour ago," he said calmly. "Traffic is backed up significantly. Your driver already sent a message." Doris looked at her phone immediately. Sure enough, a message from the driver contact was sitting there unread. She had not felt the notification during the conversation. "Road closure. Alternative route adds two hours minimum. Waiting for update." She stared at the screen. Then she looked up. "I can wait in the lobby." "The lobby is not a waiting room."

After a couple of rings, the call connected, and a deep voice answered on the other end. "Hello?" the driver greeted. "Hey, it's Luke," Luke replied briskly. "I've got a job for you." The driver's tone immediately became more attentive . There was a brief pause on the other end before the voice responded with a hint of recognition. "Ah, Mr. Mayfair. What can I do for you?” Luke wasted no time getting to the point. time. "I've got a job for you. It's urgent." "Go on," the driver prompted.

The driver and his partner exchanged grim glances, their brows furrowed in concentrated thought. "Stay put, Winter," the driver said, his voice calm but edged with an urgency that only increased the tension buzzing inside me. With a quick flick, he unfastened his seatbelt and nodded to his companion, who did the same. "We're going to check what's blocking the way."

After I booked a ride, I received a phone call from the driver stating that he was at the intersection and would be at my location in a couple of minutes. A couple of minutes and more passed and he had not shown up but I still waited, tired and frustrated. After a while, a car drove up to where I stood and rolled down the window. “Are you Sophia?” he asked, his head bent low to the level of the window and his eyes darting all over the place. “Yes, are you my rider with the last three digits plate number 625?” I asked with a hint of nervousness. “Yes, that is me,” he said quickly.

She pulled out her phone from her backpack, then she dialed the family driver. When the call was connected, she barked, “Where are you? I have been waiting for fifteen minutes, but I don’t see your car in the parking lot. You know that I don’t want to be kept waiting. Please don’t waste my time.” The family driver sighed and replied, “Miss Vivica, I am waiting for you at the South gate, but I don’t see you. Where are you standing, Miss?” A surge of anger rose in Vivica’s heart, and she asked, “Don’t you know how to read? Didn’t I ask you to pick me up at the West gate?

Draven asked, picking up and twirling a ball pen lazily in his left hand. “Yes Alpha.” The driver straightened up, determination in his gaze even as sweat dripped down his face. “I’m ready to accept any punishment if you find out I’m lying.” “Even death?” Draven drawled lowly yet his golden eyes were fixed on the driver like he was watching prey. I could feel the goosebumps rise on my skin as I watched him from the side. “Yes Alpha.” The driver replied, nodding his head furiously. “I swear it.”