Stalk Me Mr Stalker

3) A text from Mr Stalker

The tour around Starlight Studios took at least half an hour and we didn't get to finish because I had more rehearsals.
The entire building was owned by the agency, and most of the floors were used by its clients, from solo artists to bands like ours, FrostyQ.

It was a dream come true when the four of us first stepped foot in here six years ago. We were fresh from high school, naive, and full of unrealized dreams.
From a young age, we had always dreamt of performing for large crowds and growing famous. Yes, we managed to achieve all of that, but not without its fair share of challenges. Especially when it came to our messy dating lives.

But the one thing that brought us together, made us stay together after two decades of friendship...music.

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"Great work, guys," the director applauded, clapping along with the crew members.

I smiled politely while breathing heavily from all the dancing we had been practicing. Fuck! I felt like I was drowning in my own sweat.
"Here." Our assistant handed me a mini fan. "Do you need water perhaps?"

I shook my head and cast my eyes in the room full of people buzzing up and down till they finally settled on Stephano who was leaning by a wall, hands crossed on his wide chest and his eyes looking straight at...me. Chills popped up under my skin before traveling and spreading out.
I quickly diverted my eyes raising my fan to cool my neck.

Since it was his first day at work, he was required to spend at least the entire hours around me to familiarize himself with my patterns and schedules. But on normal days, they were only required to be present when we were being picked up from our apartment, dropped back, and if any of us needed to go out for things like shopping or even clubbing.
We still had a life, but were bound by the contract not to engage in any conflict or controversial situations that may damage our reputation.

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I walked into the kitchen carrying a few bowls but halted at the entrance when my gaze landed on the broad back of a man who was busy hand-washing the dishes.
Of course, the girls had invited Stephano for dinner as we always did to new bodyguards.
This was to make them feel comfortable around us.

But why was he washing the dishes? It was supposed to be Beth's turn to do the dishes.
Had they coerced him to do it?

I rushed in and walked straight to him. After placing the bowls on the counter, I turned off the running water and pulled him away from the sink. He had no gloves and no apron, his shirt was already wet, and the dishes he had washed weren't even that well cleaned. It was such a mess that my head was about to explode from rage.

"Why did you agree to do this?" I questioned drying his hands myself. "You need to tell them no if you don't want to do anything for them. You're 'my' bodyguard, not their servant."

He didn't say anything, and when I looked up, I caught the quarter smile on his lips which seemed nonexistent.
"I wanted to," he said, his voice low and gentle like a whisper yet not fully a whisper.

"Oh! Okay! Then...let me help you. We can use the dishwasher."

"No."

"No? Oh! But..." I tossed my gaze on the soapy dishes. "We might need to wash them again. How about you leave this one to me and you can take on the next sink?"

"Okay," he replied.
Gosh! It'd take me a while before I'd get used to his voice and his quiet nature. Would he really protect me when needed? He seemed like a gentle guy who liked feeding kittens without minding or caring about the human world.

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My phone buzzed, notifying me of a new message just as I was leaving the bathroom, a towel around my head while naked down below.

I walked up to the bed and picked up the device while sitting my bare ass on the fluffy duvet. The ID read private, which immediately let me know who had sent the text...my stalker.

With fingers suddenly itchy, I tapped the screen hurriedly, almost poking holes through it.
I was anxious about what he had for me. After all, he hadn't contacted me since three days ago after sending me those photos(which I had already burned and flushed the ashes in the toilet).

Mr Stalker; I hear you got a new bodyguard. What do you think of him? Should we keep him?