My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 173: The First Snow And His Reflections

(Karsten)

Lack of sleep had made me extremely cranky but sleeping in her lap had freshened my mood slightly.

A surprise awaited me as I entered the room reserved for us.

Sitting there in that salon chair was Arata with her meaty thighs full on display. Her face was covered in a green mask. A silken slip covered her torso which shaped her heavy breasts in a way that I wanted to grab and twerk them. To knead them like dough for bread.

"Sexy was the term coined for you, Blue Rose," I whispered, rubbing my hand on her thigh.

Her eyes widened, and a blush crept up on her cheeks, but she didn’t swat my hand away.

"You always have the right words to say to make a woman feel special, hmm," she said with a hint of scepticism and I didn’t understand why she would say that.

"I have only intentions of making you feel special." My fingers pressed into her soft flesh, the colour brightened to pink under my touch.

"Why though? No one here is watching so we don’t have to fake the relationship. So why?" She carefully asked, gulping hard and trying not to lose control. I could see how her neck was already trying to arch. The nipples poked from the fabric, inviting me to pop them into my mouth and suck for hours while she squirmed with pleasure.

She was right? Why did I care and desire her like this if this was only a fake relationship?

The answer was far too complicated and I didn’t want to dwell on it.

I retreated my hand and dejectedly said.

"You are right. Let’s eat."

Her expression changed so suddenly as if I had said something extremely wrong. She tried to nod but I could see the disappointment rolling down her fallen face. freёweɓnovel.com

The very thought of hurting her pinched me so horribly, right in the middle of my beating heart. What was I going to do about her?

I knew she was already struggling with whatever we had going on, and my pushing her more was only complicating the whole situation for her.

We had been finding reasons and guiding whatever feelings both of us had for each other under pretence and challenges.

But how long were we going to keep on doing it?

Picking up one of the food boxes I opened it and placed the plastic fork and knife inside it before handing it to her.

"I thought I would share one of my favourite dishes with you today. These are shrimp fried rice. Try them." I urged her, trying to ignore the surfing tension between us.

"Thank you!" She politely answered but there wasn’t any teasing tone or snarky remark like she generally enjoyed passing.

I offered her a nod and picked up my own box. Opening it, I focused on the food and tried not to stare at her exposed skin.

Too pure and too beautiful, she was becoming a forbidden temptation for me.

We ate the food in silence, with her stealing glances at me. Twice she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something but then closed it without uttering a word.

"It’s delicious, I loved them," she finally said.

"I knew you would like them." I placed another spoonful into my mouth.

A gentle knock on the door ended our misery, and the helpers arrived to tend to her further.

"Good afternoon, Sir," both of them respectfully said and I only gave them a small nod.

Getting up, I turned to Arata. She was trying not to glance in my direction.

"I will join you in a few hours. I need to give the opening speech for the event and then will change so we can both walk the ramp. Let me know if you need anything." Since we had company now, I leaned down and placed a tender kiss in her fiery tendrils. The fruity scent caught me in abundance, and I wanted to just stay there.

"I will wait for you," she shyly answered, which was a pretence too.

Arata didn’t do shy. That much I knew about her.

We flashed each other awkwardly fake smiles and I left her in their care, exiting the room.

An excruciating ache had settled in my heart like a premonition.

’I was going to lose her,’ the thought gonged in my head, bringing with it a resounding headache.

I was still struggling to grapple with all these new emotions when Halima found me and began to speak.

I could see her mouth moving, but whatever she was saying refused to register with me.

"Later, Halima. I need to step out."

Leaving her there I took long strides to reach the smoke room. I needed one badly, to think, to focus, to bury whatever was shifting inside me.

Taking out my cigarette case and the Zippo, I dangled the stick between my lips. Jerking open the Zippo I brought the golden flame closer to my mouth while shielding it with my free hand. The stick glowed red and sizzled. Closing the Zippo I pocketed it and took a lazy drag of the cigarette. Smoke curled from it as I made a smooth exhale, watching it slither up like a phantom.

The weight of the moment settled a bit but the heaviness of my heart didn’t disappear. The scent of tobacco surrounded me as I took another deep pull of the cigarette and stared out of the frosted window at the harshening landscape.

The first snowflakes had started to crumble from the grey skies. As predicted, it had begun to snow, the very first snow of this winter.

As the snowflakes got to the ground, blanketing it, the feelings I was trying to snub and bury came erupting out with a warning. The snow seemed to cover me as the white did outside and I couldn’t stop but think this winter was going to be emotionally challenging for me.

Her laughter

The wit in her words

The naughtiness in her serene eyes

The alluring curves of her body

The vulnerability she showed around me

And most importantly the trust she had, which I had broken on so many occasions.

I tried to shake these dreading feelings off but like the snow, it clung to me, the coldness seeping into my skin.

Screwed, I was so fucking screwed.

Joder!

What was I going to do?

I needed to form a decision faster before it got too late.