Sweet Notes

Chapter 13: Dressing Room Relief

Warning: sexual content

Nadia

There.

I had sent him the bait.

Now, all I had to do is just wait.

But waiting for him was so excruciating.

When I got home, I immediately wrote the letter. Not giving it a second thought of what I was even writing to him. I just had to get it out there. My curiosity was getting the best of me. I had to know if my pen pal was the man that visited me at the club. I just had to know!

I wasn't gonna lie, I continued to read his letter declaring how infatuated.

Over and over and over again.

With this, it kept replaying in my mind. I thought about what my pen pal did. How my pen pal felt writing it. Was he blushing? Was he smiling like an idiot? What could he be doing as to make him feel so excited about me?

This was one thrill that I didn't want to let go of. I knew it was dumb that I just didn't report the pen pal. But it also saved me some embarrassment. I would rather not be looked at as a fool.

However, my pen pal, G, never wrote back to me. Tit for tat, I guessed. Or, maybe it wasn't him and this could all just be a worse case scenario.

Hell, it was still a bad thought. But I liked my first scenario more than the other.

I waited for the days to tick by. Waiting to figure out the truth. And when next Tuesday came, my nerves began to act up on me. I stayed cooped up in my dressing room. Pacing back and forth. I would mess with her hair or touch up her makeup when I was perfectly fine. I had no idea when he'd come by. If he was in the crowd or waiting for me to leave so he could sneak inside.

From the other side of my door, a knock came—followed by the sound of my manager talking to me. "Darling, you go on in forty-five minutes."

I nod, but of course she wouldn't see that. So I replied back with a soft 'okay'. I hear the footsteps walk away until I couldn't hear them no more. I sigh inwardly and shake my shoulders. "Okay", I muttered. "No need to get so nervous. You've talked to him countless times and have seen him in person...kind of?"

There's another knock. But being too focused in my thoughts in that time, I just open the door and face away from whoever came in. I thought it was the manager again. However, when there wasn't any quick chatter, I turn around and my heart skips a beat.

He came.

"So...it is you." I'm so astonished by his presence. It was evident in my voice.

The man cocks his head to the side. "Is it? I could just be visiting you like always."

"Then how were you able to say that it possibly couldn't be you? Most would ask what did I mean. So it's definitely your ass."

The man, my pen pal, whistled in amusement. "Damn, pretty and smart. I like that in a woman."

"What made you want to confess yourself to me?" I had no time for his silly games. He was my pen pal, and he confessed that he's been watching me for more than they've been talking through letters. But what could he want from me? Of course I didn't have the answer.

Yet somewhere deep down inside of me, I was thankful to have seen him. He's never made any advances towards me before the discovery, so clearly he wanted to be careful with me.

I look him up and down before quirking a brow up at his attire. He was decked out in tech wear. His combat boots with scuffed and dirty from the constant wear and tear because of the constant use. And of course, he still had his balaclava and hood up.