RED NOTES AND KISSES-Chapter 22: FRIDA -

Frida sat frozen on the edge of her bed, her phone clutched tightly in her hands. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst from her chest. Every word on the screen seemed to burn itself into her mind, lingering, taunting her.

"What I want with you."

The words echoed in her head, sending a shiver down her spine. What did he mean? What was he offering her? And why did her chest tighten at the thought of it, a dangerous mix of fear and something else entirely?

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Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, uncertain and trembling. She felt exposed, vulnerable. But curiosity clawed at her, refusing to let her drop the conversation.

"I don't understand," she finally typed, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She hit send, her thumb shaking against the screen.

For a moment, there was silence. The room felt too still, the ticking clock suddenly deafening in her ears. She glanced around nervously, half expecting to see someone watching her from the shadows.

Her phone vibrated again, and she jumped, nearly dropping it.

"Oh, yes you do."

Her breath hitched as she read the words, her chest tightening. The screen lit up with another message.

"You're licking your lips now."

Her eyes widened, and she instinctively pressed her lips together. How did he know? Her hand flew to her mouth as if to stop herself, her pulse racing faster than ever.

Another vibration.

"I can see you biting your lip, because you know what you want."

She gasped, her head whipping around the room. Her heart thudded against her ribs as paranoia crept in. Could he actually see her? Was he watching her?

She yanked the thin night robe tighter around her body, her breaths quick and shallow.

"I like what you're wearing. That thin little lace."

Her stomach flipped. Every muscle in her body tensed, her skin prickling with goosebumps. She clutched the robe tighter, her trembling fingers brushing against the soft fabric.

Another message lit up the screen.

"That rosy nipple, pressing against the fabric."

Her breath hitched, and she covered her mouth to stifle the involuntary sound escaping her throat. Heat spread through her body, a mix of shock and something far more dangerous.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, typing furiously.

"What are you, a pervert?"

She hit send before she could second-guess herself, but her voice felt weak, even in her own head.

The reply came quickly, the words sending a strange thrill through her.

"I can punish you for that."

Her knees felt weak, and she sank onto the bed, her phone slipping from her grasp for a moment. Why did that word—punish—send her heart racing? Why did the idea make her feel like her skin was on fire?

She swallowed hard, her pulse hammering in her ears as she reached for her phone again.

"Yes or no?" the next message read.

Her breath caught in her throat. Her mind screamed at her to stop, to put the phone down, to walk away. But her body betrayed her, the heat in her chest spreading lower, clouding her thoughts.

She hesitated, typing and deleting responses before finally settling on one.

"I..."

Her finger hovered over the send button, her breathing uneven. She closed her eyes for a moment before pressing it, and the message went through.

Another vibration.

"Yes or no. Do you want it?"

Her stomach flipped again. Her throat felt dry, her fingers trembling so badly she could barely type. The words came out before she could stop them.

"Yes, please."

The moment she hit send, she felt her entire body light up with nervous energy. She waited, barely breathing, for his reply.

"Good girl."

Her lips parted as she stared at the words. She didn't know whether to feel exhilarated or terrified.

Then another message came.

"Let's play a game."

Her pulse spiked as she bit her lip, the anticipation nearly unbearable. She hesitated, her fingers lingering over the keyboard before she finally responded.

"Go on?"