Daddy Anon: Story Collections

Twitter~Part 2

I couldn't believe I actually was seeing Anonymous. Well, of course it's only one person out of many, but I was still in awe.

"I'm one of the original hackers. I don't look like a scrawny normal hacker though" His voice was deep, and echoed in my ears. He scratched the back of his neck, which lifted his sweatshirt. He wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, so I couldn't help but look. He had chiseled abs, which made me swoon.

I lifted myself on my tippy toes, then rocked back on my heels in a nervous fashion.

"I like what you stand for. I'm always commenting on your tweets, jokingly," I smiled bashfully.

"I always see them, but I decided I should do something about them." He winked. "You say daddy a lot."

I bit my lip regretting all of my decisions. I contemplated what to say next, staring at the floor.

"You're as red as a tomato," he said, taking a stride closer to me. "I can take of this mask or leave it on. It's up to you, beautiful." Even though he was wearing a mask, I could feel his eyes raking me up and down. He took another step towards me, closing out the gap. I became breathless.

Through his mask I could see his eyes. They were a beautiful brown, staring directly into my own eyes. At this moment, I realized how tall he was. I'm not usually someone to think this way right when I meet someone, but I couldn't help but feel my knees weaken.

To be continued...