My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 164: Moving Back

(Karsten)

How could someone be so fucking beautiful, elegant, funny and at the same time look like a princess from a Winter Land of a faraway galaxy?

My Blue Rose looked exactly like how I had pictured her when I had started designing this gown keeping her in mind.

Ethereal, seraphic, breathtaking and addicting.

I was addicted to this gorgeous woman.

Initially, I had thought of gifting this on her birthday when it was completed. But she became our showstopper and I knew this was the right time.

Forgetting the rest of the world, I just greedily stared and stared at her, bathed under the light sconces, highlighted by their brightness.

She seemed to exude regality which made everyone just fade out for me.

Seeing me lost and staring, she flashed a shy smile and picked up the dress by its sides before taking a twirl for me.

Under the bright lights of the runway, the swirls of deep blue and crimson red shimmered like cosmic clouds all around my Blue Rose.

Just like how the scattered stars catch the light, sparkling like distant constellations, the gown came alive.

The fabric flowed on her voluptuous body exactly how I had imagined it would. Like a celestial dream, creating a mesmerizing illusion of swirling stardust, it was as if she was dancing through the heart of the universe itself.

Every elegant movement from her painted the air with magic, leaving me breathless beneath her spell.

Ranold decided to destroy the moment by opening his big mouth.

"Stunning. Never seen a man go all out for a fake girlfriend. That gown cost a fortune."

Annoyed that he had ruined the moment and my focus. I gave him a devilish look and moved ahead.

"Mr Karsten, perfect timing. I was about to start with Arata but both of you can practice together," Halima offered, seeing me climb on stage.

"Sure."

I reached her, bathed in her usual fruity scent, with her rich crimson hair rolling around her shoulders, Arata was a stunner.

Her naughty eyes didn’t stray from me as she spoke when I placed my arm around her back.

"Thank you! I have never seen such a gown before. You are so talented."

"Pleased that you liked it, Arata. You look stunning. Like a princess from a faraway galaxy," I openly complimented her.

She giggled like small melodious bells ringing together. Even her laughter was turning into a melody for me.

"What a couple we are. Alien from Neptune and a Long Lost Princess from a distant galaxy." She winked at me in mischief and my heart mellowed, filling up with these foreign feelings I had no clue what to do with.

I wanted to say, ’A couple who loves eating each other out.’ But I held my tongue at that moment.

"Come let’s give everyone a show." I tried not to delve too deep into whatever I felt for this gorgeous woman.

She artfully nodded at me, while straightening her spine and facing the small audience we had. Her soft hand curled around my arm.

Ranold had settled beside the other male models. Chan and Miranda were seated in the front row, cheering Arata up. She waved at her friends.

Halima told us to take our position and we began when the music hit.

The gown was the talk of the Arsten Empire. Everyone was just gushing over it. After our practice, I saw all the female models gather around Arata, touching the garb and complimenting her.

I had another meeting so I left Miranda and Chan with her and took Ranold along.

By the end of the day, our invitations were ready. I left the marketing team in charge of distributing them while I saved a few for Arata.

Fetching her from the practice hall we decided to head home.

She wore her long coat as the weather had gotten extremely chillier outside, and by the Winter Gala, it was expected to snow.

She seemed excited and bubbly today. I guessed she loved the dress.

"Here." I handed her the red and white envelopes with the company’s logo which contained the invitations.

"Invite your parents and whomever you like."

She excitedly grabbed them from me and leaned in, brushing my left cheek with her delicate lips.

"Thank you! For everything you have done for me. I really appreciate you, Karsten." Her words were deep and I knew she had said them from her heart.

A glowing blush had settled on her cheeks as she gleefully stared at the invitations.

"These have turned out gorgeous. Can’t wait for the big day."

"Me too," I added and hoped the event would pass without any further incident.

Arata hadn’t received any threats since she had changed her number and I didn’t want what happened at the meeting with the board of directors to be repeated again.

I was going to be keeping her close; no one and absolutely no one, will hurt her.

The next few days turned out to be extremely busy for both of us. Some days I had to send Arata home with Olphi and Caysir as I had to stay in the office till very late.

We didn’t get to spend much time together apart from our practice walks on the runway.

Usually when I would get home she would be sleeping and I didn’t want to wake her up.

Messages she had been sending Azul piled up, too, because I couldn’t make time to speak with her.

To make up to her I made another video and uploaded it. She instantly liked it, showing she missed my Azul persona.

Two days before the Winter Gala, she came to me and solemnly said, "I need to go back to my apartment. My brother and best friend are coming to attend the Winter Gala. I need to be there before them so I can sort it out. It has to look like I have been living there."

A tinge of sadness coated her voice.

The news thrashed my heart as if someone had attacked it with a whetted knife.

"Return?" The word scrambled out before I could stop myself.

"Yes!" She nodded her head but I could see the gloominess clinging to her.

Had both of us gotten so used to each other that we found it difficult to let go.

Before I knew it, I had grabbed her and pulled her closer.

This was the thing with Arata, she always came willingly, never minding my touch.

"Okay, I will take you to your apartment once we are done in the office. But Caysir stays in the building and anything happens, you call me."

My eyes frantically gazed at her, ensuring she understood what I was saying.

Her hands, which weren’t under bandages anymore, grabbed my face and she lovingly smiled at me.

"Stop worrying so much, you big cold alien. I will always call you first."

If only....if only I could smash my lips against hers and taste her soul. My frantic gaze dropped to her lips.

Hungry and voracious, I struggled to keep these boundaries drawn.

Fuck it.

Pulling her closer, I sank my lips onto hers and she melted in my hold.