Mr. Know-it-all

C H A P T E R 9

REGINA'S P.O.V

I was creeped out to the extent of throwing the chit right back to where it came from. You don't throw chits randomly at people and ask them to call you in the middle of the night. The place was strange to me. A part of me suspected Asher and part of me thought that it was one of the guards out there. I looked down the balcony and there were two guards strolling along the back of the mansion. I stared at them for a while waiting for them to look up but they didn't. The possibility of it being Asher was nil because no one in this world can travel that fast unless he had thrown that chit from his balcony and that was, again, impossible, because of the distance.

I looked at the chit again. It was handwritten and the writing was extremely poor. It was half cursive and half straight. 

At first, I was skeptical about it but that person had access to the house, so it was most probably a worker. My curiosity was at all time high and I remembered that I had a burner phone with me for absolutely no reason and I hadn't used it except for one time when I prank called Hina to tell her that I had told her dad about what she had been doing all day. She had lied to him about coming to my place when actually she went to meet her boyfriend. It was fun when she lost her shit but had to tell her because it would panic the heck out of her. 

I dialed the number and thought about cancelling the whole plan right when I hit the dial button. 

I had my ears perked up in case I could hear the phone ringing somewhere near, but I never heard anything. The call went straight to the voice mail. I tried again to make sure that person didn't miss by chance and it finally connected.

"Hello?" I heard right after the very first bell.

"Yes?" I must have sounded dumb.

"What? Who's this?" He spoke and I recognized his voice. This can't be true. I was probably wrong.

"You asked me to call you and you don't know who I am?" I said, composing myself while looking over to see if Asher was on his balcony. He wasn't.

"I don't know what you're talking about. What's your name?" He sounded annoyed this time.

"What do you mean?" I accidentally voiced my thought.

"Didn't you hear what I said? Tell me who you are before I hang up on you." His tone annoyed me.

"What the hell? You threw that chit with your number and now you're acting like you know nothing?" Just when I said that, I saw Asher coming out of his room back on the balcony. He was on his phone. My breath hitched because I had heard the window sliding in my phone too. 

"I'm hanging up." he finally said.

"Wait! Um, look up?" I asked and Asher glanced up.

"Shit." That was the only response that I could come up with before hanging up. I was still in a trance and when I looked up, Asher was leaning over the rail and looking towards me standing in front of the open window, looking down at my phone. I was embarrassed. We hadn't talked for so many years and when we finally did, it had to be like this? 

I knew this was the only chance when I could justify myself before he took me as a petty ass. He must be thinking that I got his number because I was dying to converse. I quickly dialed his number again. He picked it up and was waiting for me to say something. It got awkward because we were looking straight at each other. I couldn't muster up the courage to utter even a single word when he finally said, 

"Where did you get my number?" His voice was stern and it made everything worse.

"It was written in a chit thrown at my balcony."