Mr. Jerk Calling... - Lavi~D - Wattpad

Mr. Jerk Calling...

LETTURE 1,880
Voti 149
Parti 10
Tempo 1h 9m

LETTURE 1,880
Voti 149
Parti 10
Tempo 1h 9m

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"Hello?" I spoke first.

"Natalie is this you?" other voice on the phone asked. It was husky and smooth at same time, the voice of the person. It definitely must be a guy.

"Yeah, May I know who this is on the other side?"I asked gently, not being rude, as I was not in one of my great moods.

"You will know eventually babes." I could feel him smirking on the phone. "Just called to wish my future fiancé a very happy birthday because its 12:00 now."

To say I was too shocked, would be an understatement, because I was literally freaking out.
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'Who must be that stranger?Lover or...?'
Checkout the what happens after this unknown call changes Natalie's life 
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NOTE
 :-  THE TITLE "STARTED WITH A PHONE CALL " IS CHANGED TO " MR. JERK CALLING... " 
so story is still the same.... Do check out my first story  hope you like it! 

Tap in to read  the typical love story with an unusual twist. 
⚠ LANGUAGE ALERT ⚠ 
Usage of some swears ..Tutti i diritti riservati

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