Noona

Chapter 6 - Mr. Anderson

Musical Suggestion: Lights On by H.E.R.

Abby

As much as I would love to end my night with Park Chin-Hwa, it just wasn't meant to be.

He was the new up and coming celeb, therefore everyone and anyone, wanted a piece of him. People would linger near the VIP area, others would do their best to gain eye contact and interrupt our conversation for a picture; I didn't want him to deny anyone as these were his fans. He was too 'wanted' and too busy for me.

After about a few drinks, my Noona phone rang and I rushed to grab it. It read: Mr. Anderson.

I smiled, knowing exactly who it was. It was Brian Anderson. He was a 27 yr old, American living in Seoul working for a game developer company. Ironically, I met him at the coffee shop one day. Ji-won was there, paying attention from afar.

We had a great conversation with the understanding that we were looking for the same thing - sex with no strings attached. I call him Mr. Anderson because he reminds me of 'Neo' from the Matrix movies. Every time I see his name, I recall how Agent Smith would call Neo - Mr. Anderson, his voice echoing in my head.

I was ready to hook up with someone because even though Park Chin-Hwa was on the list, he was just way too busy for me. I appreciate that he came all the way to the club to find me, but it just wasn't happening with everybody around.

"Hey you!" I screamed over the loud music while answering the phone. I left the VIP area and walked to the hallway near the restrooms to decrease some of the noise.

"I see you are already out. Where are you?" Mr. Anderson asked.

"I'm at Club 353. What about you?" I stuck my finger in my ear to hear just a little better.

"I'm at home stroking my dick and wishing you were riding it," he said boldly. That made me smile from ear to ear. Perfect timing Mr. Anderson, I thought.

"I'm on my way." I disconnected and went to tell Paris I was out.

I quickly found Paris, who was still at the DJ booth and let her know I was leaving. She told me to text her when I got home. Unfortunately, I wasn't going straight home.

No sooner than I arrived at the entrance to Mr. Anderson's building, my phone rang again. I thought he was calling because he was impatient but it was not him at all, it read: 'Lee Young Joon (이영준)'. I stopped in my tracks. He was calling again?

"Annyeong,"

"Annyeong. Are you busy?"

"Yes I am," I said as I pushed the elevator call button.

"Oh," he said quietly. "Can I see you tonight?"

"Uh, I don't know, it's already late. Are you okay?" I was curious because he didn't sound himself.

"Uh, yeah. I'm good. How about tomorrow?" He asked.

"Let me call you when I'm done, okay?" I figured he needed to talk, which is something I don't normally do but it sounded as if he really needed someone.

"Okay. It doesn't matter the time, just call," he said leaving an open invitation.

"Okay." I disconnected and stepped on the elevator.

Mr. Anderson looked adorable as ever when he opened the door. He stood about 185 cm with sandy brown hair and blue-green eyes. He looked as if he could be Charlie Puth's twin brother. He didn't hesitate on showing his excitement in seeing me,

"Noona!" He exclaimed, opening his arms to give me a welcoming hug.

"Hello Mr. Anderson," I said, walking into his embrace. He held me tight and smelled good as fuck. "Mmm, you smell good,"