Challen and Addy

Chapter 18 (Challen): Come On In

Copyright © 2025 by GroveltoHEA

For just a moment, I held Addy's note in my hand and then I ripped open the envelope to see what it said, almost fumbling it in my haste. The note could say anything, but I was hoping it wouldn't be a fuck off and stop bringing me shit note.

Challen ~

Thank you for the gifts. You can bring them to my room instead of asking Phyllis to leave the reception desk to deliver them.

Addy

It was better than the worst I'd been imagining, but it was also worse than the best I'd been imagining based on the notes we used to leave each other.

"Soooo, I found this note under my car's windshield wiper this morning," Addy's voice was playful and seductive.

"Oh, yeah?" I said into the phone, playing right along. "Who's it from?"

"Well, I'm not sure, but there's this guy who's been giving me the eye. I think...well, I'm hoping it's from him because he's pretty damn hot."

"Sounds like I need to beat the shit out of him for leaving notes for my wife."

"I'll open it up and read it to you," she said. "Addy, I need to tell you that I think you're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen in my life."

"How original of him to state the obvious," I grumbled, and that almost made her laugh but she stayed in character.

"Oh, it gets much better," she promised throatily. "Listen to this next part: I have so many fantasies about you in bed...and out. I want to explore every inch of your luscious body with my tongue before I fuck that tight pussy of yours and wring every drop of pleasure out of you until you collapse, sweaty and mindless, on my chest. Then I'm going to start all over again."

"I definitely need to kick this fucker's ass."

"Get this," she said. "He wants to meet me tonight at eight at Madison's Bar. Oh! And he wants me to wear something tight and sexy."

"Like hell you're meeting this asshole," I growled.

"Like hell I'm not," she quipped before she hung up on me.

That night at eight, I came up behind Addy, who looked amazing in her tight, red dress, which she knew was one of my favorites. She was sitting alone at the bar, and I leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"You look like someone who wants to get fucked tonight, beautiful."

"Take off," she said coolly, "because I'm meeting someone here."

"Yeah, someone who wants to fuck you hard until you're incoherent."

"How dare you!"

"Come home with me right now, gorgeous, and I'll show you exactly how much I dare."

She did. The next morning, I woke up alone in our bed, and there was a little pink envelope on her pillow that she'd sprayed with her perfume. Grinning, I opened the envelope and read her note:

Thank you for the most amazing night of my life. You're an incredible lover, but my husband's the one I truly love, and I'm going to make him his favorite breakfast to show him how much I care.

Smiling, I put the note in the nightstand drawer where I kept all of my wife's cards and notes, then I went downstairs to show Addy how much I cared.

I'd allowed all of that goodness and playfulness between us to slip through my fingers, a few grains of sand at a time, until I left us with nothing. 

"Challen?"