Chapter 10: Mr Anonymous

Lulu's POV.

Thirty minutes later and the anonymous admirer still hadn't replied to my text.

I didn't know whether to be angry at him or berate myself for wanting to check my phone for the umpteenth time.

A part of me thought to send another message but I ignored the thought. There was really no need for me to do that.

If the anonymous admirer really wanted my attention, he'd be bold enough to introduce himself. Following that thought, I returned to my focus to the screen staring back at me.

About some hours later, I got caught up with responding to emails. Apparently, as a CEO you automatically got a minimum of a twenty emails per day.

That was crazy to think about, especially since I was just new to this whole thing. I was sure that by the end of the week, my fingers would be begging me to stop typing.

I was just about to hit the send button for an email when my phone came alive with a notification. I glanced at it, my fingers still fixed on the keyboard.

“Sorry for the late response. I got caught up with an emergency. I also figured you'd be busy so I thought to let you work.”

My heart missed a beat and then my brows furrowed. I grabbed the phone, my thumbs furiously moving over my screen.

“If you know I'm busy, then stop wasting my time and just tell me who you are.”

I hit send, leaning back with the phone in hand.

His chat bubble appeared almost immediately.

“Easy Tigress. I can literally feel your claws on my neck.”

That made my lips turn up. I guess he was forgiven, seeing that he had some sense of humour.

I typed back and we went at it for the next few minutes. Actually, I lost track of time until I caught a glimpse of the time at the top corner of my phone.

“Yeah, and to answer your question about the gift. I paid attention to the things you like, instead of choosing overly expensive things.”

That stirred curiosity within me because how close was he to Ivelle to have been paying attention?

“So you're stalking me now huh?”

“If you want to call it that then sure. But I've been around you long enough to know what you like. I also knew that wasn't going to change suddenly.”

My mind swirled with a myriad of thoughts as I tried to recall the characters in the book. None of them seemed to match the man speaking to me right now. So there was a chance that he was new.

There was also a chance that he may be closer than I thought. Just then, a stray memory from the club came to mind. A lot of people had been staring at me, thanks to Jasver. But that was days ago. Was there a possibility that one of them was behind this? That didn't sound possible but I wouldn't be the judge of that.

My fingers moved over the screen again.

“Were you perhaps one of those men staring at me at the club?”

“You're quite observant. Well, I did see you there. I also saw how you handled the man that kept bothering you. The way you refused to back down was impressive."

Oh, he was talking about Jasver.

Surprise etched my features as I recalled the night. I knew there were a lot of eyes on me on the said night but I didn't think anyone cared enough to notice how I handled Jasver. It made me wonder just how long this anonymous texter had been watching the scene.

Just then, my phone vibrated with a small pop sound, signaling that I got a new message.

I lowered my gaze to the device.

“I know we've had a pretty good conversation online, and you must still be wondering who I am. So I think I'd prefer it if we met in person. We could make it a dinner date, and you can choose where we go. What do you say?”

My first instinct was to agree but the stronger part of my instinct made me hesitate. I'd just met this person and yes, he was good at conversations, has clearly been monitoring me and even gone out of his way to send me a gift.

But that didn't mean I would suddenly trust him right?

I didn't even know his name, where he stayed, or his background. Hell, I didn't even know the colour of his eyes.

Yet even as that thought lingered in my mind, curiosity stirred stronger. I still wanted to see the face behind the contact texting me. He hasn't tried to overstep or say anything I'd consider disrespectful.

So I guess I could give him a chance.

“Tigress, are you there?”

“Yes, sure. We can meet. I'd send you the address of the place we should meet, but let me make this clear. If you plan to have me dress up and get there only to find you still playing Mr mysterious, I'll never reply to any of your texts again.”

“Oh? I already got a nickname, nice.” I couldn’t help grinning at that.

“Got it Ivelle. I accept every condition, and I can't wait to see you.”

“Alright, bye.”

The conversation ended and I sent him the address to a public space.

I also found myself replaying the conversation in my head. I also couldn't wait to see him. I wondered what kind of man gifted a woman such a thoughtful gift without seeking immediate attention. And from the texts, he also seemed to be interested in me.

And though I had no idea what he sounded like, I was hoping his voice was deep and smooth.

I also hoped he had green, or hazel eyes. I also hoped he had long dark hair, though I had no idea how that would look. I just liked men with long hair.

It was why it often irritated me when Ivelle always went back to Jasver. He wasn't even remotely attractive in my books.

The last thing I wondered was whether he was tall enough. I wondered how I'd look beside him and how–

As if a finger was snapped in my face, I blinked back, pushing the thoughts to the back of my mind.

What was I doing thinking about a stranger this much?

“You're supposed to be working, Lulu. Working.” I scolded myself, trying to redirect my focus.

There was no point thinking about him. I'd have the answers to all my questions soon enough.

I sent the next two emails and was down to the third one when the system appeared above me, flickering red.

“Damnit. What is it this time?” I grumbled to no one in particular.

But the system just kept flickering.

“Open system menu,” I ordered.

The system continued flickering.

“Okay so you just show up flickering red, and now I have to figure out what the problem was?” I asked, glaring at the system.

Last I checked, the system flickered red because of the Armani family. But I wasn't even around them at the moment so what was the issue this time?

What if the system was bothered by the anonymous texter?

I shook the thought, I hadn't even seen him. It didn't make sense that the system would keep flickering just because we were texting.

I waved a hand in the air, “I'm not going to let you bother me okay? Whenever you're ready to tell me why you're sending me signals, I'll be here.”

Just then my phone chimed. I picked it up, glancing at the screen.

“I know the conversation ended but I just wanted to let you know that this date would be preferable for me. Let me know if that works for you.”

“Yes, it works. Now stop looking for an excuse to text me. Get going.”

I hit the send button, with a smirk on my face.

“Sure thing tigress.”

Well damn, now I actually couldn't wait to see him.