Romans & histoires Calling Chris

I guessed that he was calling to urge me to apologize to Doris in the group chat again. I did not want to answer the call, but the phone rang over and over, as Luke called me over seven times. I was still in the pack cleaning up work, so he called the phone there and the phone was brought to me. "Alpha Luke’s on the line. Seems urgent," the guard said, handing me the phone. I took in a deep breath and reluctantly answered the call. "What is it?" I asked coldly. The moment I picked up the call, Luke's angry voice scolded me over the phone. Someone would have thought I was a servant taking orders.

Trying to make conversation, he asked, "Are you here for work or school?" Chewing my pastry, I decided to tease him. "I’m running away from a wedding." He choked slightly, staring at me in absolute disbelief. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. He gave me a thumbs-up. "Brave move. High risk, high reward." I grinned and returned the gesture. "You’re not so bad yourself." Just as the words left my mouth, a raspy voice called out from a short distance away. "Grace." Hearing that familiar voice froze me in place. I looked up to see Daniel standing a few paces away.

‘Dead God, please don’t let me be so desperate for a man that I resent…’ My prayer is interrupted by my phone ringing. “Emma, speaking,” I say as I answer. “Emma. It’s Chris. How are things?”

“There. Proof of delivery.” The boy made muffled noises under the cloth. Fear and anger are all mixed together. That sound made Chris feel strong, powerful, like a giant standing over something helpless. He slammed the door shut, turned the key, and locked two extra bolts he had prepared long ago. Then he pulled out his phone and called a secret number. Only a few people in the world knew this number. After three rings, a cool voice answered: “Yes?” Chris smiled into the phone. “It’s done. I have the sample. Alive.”

I grabbed my bag and sent a text to Chris. ~Something came up.

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

She didn’t call me since she knew the truth of my lies. She hasn’t called me for two fucking months. But now. I answered without thinking. Within a flick of a second. “Hello… Hunter…” Her voice came through soft and shaking. Barely there. Every instinct in me went on alert. Chris never sounded like this. Never weak. Never scared. Something was wrong. “Where are you Chris? Weren’t you supposed to be on a flight?” I asked. Silence. Then her breath hit the line. Ragged and broken.

I clear my throat and press the call button on my phone, preparing to discuss business, only to be met with the most annoying voice ever. The voice of Chris. “Didn’t your secretary tell you it was urgent?” I groan as he rants on. “I’ve been waiting for more than ten minutes.” I scowl at the phone. “If I knew it was you, you would’ve waited a lot longer than that.” He laughs. “What were you doing anyway?” I don’t answer, and my silence gives him an idea because a loud cry comes from down the line. “I should’ve known, and you can’t keep it in your pants.”

“Most men do it anyway.” “Most men fail anyway.” Allen smiled wider this time. “Touché.” The phone vibrated in Chris’s pocket. Once. He ignored it. Allen noticed. “You’re popular,” Allen said. “Unfortunate habit.” The phone vibrated again. Chris hesitated. He checked the screen. Iris. His chest tightened. He declined the call. Set the phone face down. Before he could speak, it rang again. Allen’s gaze sharpened. “You should take it.”

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Deal "Music?" Chris breaks the silence after driving off the school grounds. Steph shrugs. "Sure." Chris pulls his phone out of his pocket carefully with his eyes on the road. He extends it to Steph. Because she's facing the window, she doesn't see him. "Hazel," he says to gain her attention. That nickname, Steph muses as she faces him a collects the phone with a puzzled look on her face. "What should I do with this?" She questions.