Novel & Cerita Got My Number

And then I was lost in thought. How did Dorian get my number? I didn't remember giving him my number.

and my frowned deepens, “Who gave you my number?” I asked Ready to fire the bastard who gave this cunt my number. “No one sir, but please employ me, and I’ll be a better secret.........” I hanged up, not wanting to hear his rubbish, unlock his number and made a mental note to see my tech guy. After doing some paperwork,I retired to bed.

I called him again and the number is already not available. Damn it!

I said, “…call. I don’t give a damn what time it is.” “I will. By the way, they gave her a phone. I held it when she was with you.” “Is that secret code for you’ve got her number?” “It is. I’m sure it’s monitored.” “I’d be disappointed in those assholes if it wasn’t. I won’t call it, but I want it.” “I don’t know what it will do for us, but sure.” As I disconnected the line, I looked at the number I’d written. Ten digits that would let me hear her voice.

"Hey, can I have your number?" I looked at her and told her, "No." "What? Oh, come on." She whined. "Don't be so cruel. I thought we were friends here." "We are," I admitted, re-reading the lines. "Then why can't you give me your number?' "Because it's broken, my replacement won't arrive until tomorrow," I told her. After Hurricane Athena ended, I had to call for a replacement, and luckily we have insurance in case something would give the carrier to provide us with a brand new phone. But, it doesn't arrive until tomorrow morning. I'm stuck being phone-less.

From where I stood, I could see the spot Mason had pulled over. My lips pulled to the side, we had made out, and I wasn't mistaken about his yearning for me. I'm glad I still have as much effect on him as I've always had. My phone beeped as if on cue. I walked to it and picked it up. I received a message from a strange number. I furrowed my brows, wondering who this could be. This was my private number, and not just anyone could have access to it. I tapped on the message notification, opening its content.

To: Nildex Please stop texting me using the company phone number. If anything, I don’t want to be involved in any anomaly in this company. Although it would help me get out of here really fast, I didn’t want anything to end dirty. It was just seconds when I received a message from an unknown number. Save this number then. I sighed and shook my head but I saved his personal number. I didn’t have to reply or text him because I know that he will be the one doing those things.

They'd looked at me with contempt. My jaw tightened. That boy had embarrassed me and I'll make him pay. My phone vibrated against the bedside table. A text message, from my assistant Ethan. Sir, I managed to obtain Mr. Norman Adams' private number through one of our corporate contacts. I've sent it below. Beneath the message sat eleven digits. I stared at them for several long moments. Something as simple as a phone number had never felt so heavy. I picked up the phone… Then set it back down again.

"Carry her like a princess! Lock them in the dark room—don't come out for an hour! Hope you two finally make your dream come true!" Then some random girl chimed in, all snarky: "Who's 1874? Some insurance guy? Ugh, hang up." Click. End of call. Pain punched me in the chest. She saved me as '1874'—just the last four digits of my number. Meanwhile, my phone screen still flashed "Sweetheart." God, what a joke. I had work to finish, thought about staying late—but I couldn't focus. So I headed home.

mean? I groaned, tossed my hands in the air, and stormed into my room. Ripped my clothes off, threw on my pyjamas, and dove into bed, but sleep was nowhere near. Then my phone buzzed. An unknown number sent me a message. “Don’t worry. We’ll finish what we started.” I shot upright. Zane? How the hell did he get my number? I quickly typed back: “ Where did you get my number? And finish what?”