My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 115: None Of Them Wanted To Stop

(Karsten)

Something was reassuring about Arata that made it right to just talk to her and confess. My secrets came tumbling out–the ones I had never spilt before.

Could it be the fact that she had trusted me first? Opened up to me about her identity, came to my house and then to my room.

The secret I had kept buried for so long came tumbling out, and before I knew it, we were discussing our private lives.

Why was she hell-bent on making me find love?

Didn’t that stupid love she so vehemently believed in, leave her emotionally broken?

Didn’t it leave my mother in shambles?

Everywhere I glanced, I found people suffering from broken hearts, cheating partners and infidelity.

I saw the tears shimmer in her eyes when I asked her about her ex-fiancé. Murder screamed in my brain. I was going to hunt down that piece of trash and make him suffer for ever hurting her.

For a man who kept claiming I didn’t believe in love, this girl was infiltrating my heart like a spy, with the task of stealing. I wasn’t even realising what was happening to me.

The words I was saying to her felt empty to me—they were more like self-assurances that I would not fall in love with her.

That it was just physical—the only lustful attraction I had for her.

And yet when I grabbed her oval face with skin so smooth like holding a red rose. I felt her heartbeat quicken and her breathing become irregular. The smooth edges of her neck seemed so inviting, making the need arise to place my lips on it and suck.

Her lips dipped to mine when I told her my method was better. I knew she was affected by this version of me as well.

She didn’t realise it, but her body had become attuned to me; it recognised my touch in both my personalities.

So when I leaned in and claimed her lips, she didn’t push back but welcomed me with a desirous whine that was buried in my mouth.

My hands shifted to her elaborate hairdo, fisting them, pulling her head back so I could ram my tongue inside her burning needy mouth.

Her hands flew to my neck, holding it tightly as she opened her mouth and welcomed me.

In a consuming earnest, a delirious desire and a fiery need.

An unquenchable thirst had embedded itself inside of us, and the more we kissed, the more intense it became. Her hands grabbed the front of my shirt, and my hand went to the sofa’s armrest for support, or I would have landed on top of her.

I let her hair go, her hairstyle, which I was sure Asbela took her sweet time to make, was left in a mess. My hand slipped to her right leg, and I gently rubbed over the silken cloth, testing her to see how much she wished to open up to me.

She didn’t push me away; she just focused on enjoying the feeling of our conjoined lips. My hand continued its wandering movements while her hips grounded against the sofa and she frustratedly whimpered inside my mouth.

I understood she had no qualms about stopping and I had no reason to. My hand lingered on her smooth thigh and I gently squeezed as she pulled me further over herself.

Tenderness welcomed me, mixed with the softness that her whole body seemed to possess. There were no bones to poke me, just pure delicacy as if I had been buried in the comforting cotton.

Before I could spread her legs and adjust my body over her my damn phone rang in full volume, making her snatch her mouth away from mine.

"Joder! (Fuck)" I cursed in Spanish as the phone kept ringing breaking this precious moment between us.

Flushed and embarrassed she watched me with her half-lidded eyes. My member strained so painfully that I wanted to hurl my phone away and just focus on this delicate woman beneath me.

"Take it," she quietly said, not trying to sound disappointed and mortified at the same time.

I had to lift myself off her, severing the contact which made my body scream. It craved that rich softness that only Arata possessed.

Advancing to my table, I picked up my screaming phone and saw it was Olphi. Swiping on the screen I received his call.

"Sir! Sorry to bother you so late but the result came back on the number you gave me. It was a burner but we checked the serial number according to purchase and narrowed down the area from where it might have been bought. We are working on it and will soon have another update."

At least there was some good news on this.

"Fine, keep me posted and pick up the pace," I ordered, before ending the call and turning my body to face Arata.

Disappointment buried me like an avalanche does to a valley below. She had stood up and straightened her gown. Giving me a sheepish grin with her cheeks resembling rubies.

She said, "I should get some sleep...tomorrow is a busy day."

Fumbling with her hair, she tried to smoothen it, tugging it behind her crimson ear she murmured again.

"I have fulfilled my bet and I think you are satisfied."

Taking long strides, I reached her before she would run away. She watched me stride towards her; the shyness intensified as I neared her and extended my hand towards her dishevelled hair.

Slowly I began to take out the hair pins and beads holding her beautiful hair hostage. She needed no hair accessories, they were gorgeous the way they were.

She only watched me with a coy expression but didn’t move or say anything until all of her hair was free.

Picking them up I slowly spread them on her shoulder, feeling the lustrous strands in my hand.

Then I lowered my lips, placed a tender kiss on her forehead and whispered.

"Good night, Arata. Your hair looks better this way; keep it like this."