My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 171: Did He Survive On Coffee?

(Arata)

He slept like a baby. There was so much peace on his face, all the earlier tension had eased.

His long legs were dangling a bit from the edge of the sofa, although he had bent them at the knees.

My eyes refused to waver from him, he had slithered into my heart, and I knew I was screwed now. No matter what I told myself, the truth was, I had fallen for him.

How long could I hide it from him?

Should I terminate the contract after the Winter Gala? Make some excuse that I was looking to date for real.

Would that even work?

My rapidly beating and incessantly aching heart didn’t agree. His arms went around my waist, and he slid closer, burying his face into my belly. Something he incoherently murmured, but I couldn’t understand. His nose buried into my soft flesh as he drifted off to sleep again.

Such actions of his made me wonder if he felt something for me, too, apart from lust.

’You are choosing to dance with a disaster, Arata,’ I reminded myself and snatched in a deep breath as my eyes refused to wander away from his half-visible face. It fucking hurt.

Placing my hand on his face, I leaned back on the sofa, my head tilted up to stare at the ceiling of his office.

I had no clue how much time had elapsed like that when the door of his office suddenly opened. My eyes frantically drifted to see who had entered without permission.

Ranold, of course, it was Ranold. Man, never knocked as if he owned this office, too.

"Ooops! Am I interrupting something? I can always return later if the two of you are in the middle of something," he said without any remorse. His mischievous smile spread wide.

"He is just sleeping. He had been awake for more than 24 hours," I answered boredly, not wanting to entertain him. "Anything I can help you with, Mr Whittle?"

He strode forward and lazily leaned against Karsten’s desk.

"Yeah, I came to fetch him. We need to go through the guest list one last time. There are so many people begging for an invite. I wanted to run it by him and see if we had space to invite some of them."

Hearing his voice, Karsten woke up. Being a light sleeper, he never could get enough of it, and I hated that his sleep had again been interrupted.

His gorgeous but tired eyes opened, and he stared right at me for a few seconds. I sadly smiled at him and gently said.

"Sorry, we woke you up."

"It’s fine, I shouldn’t have been sleeping when there is still so much to be done."

Effortlessly, he lifted himself from my lap and straightened up. Rubbing his eyes, he faced Ranold while sitting with his legs spread.

"Good morning. Using Arata as a pillow, I see," Ranold teased.

"Get to the point," Karsten barked, lack of sleep had made him cranky. I shivered beside him; this aspect of his personality slightly terrified me.

Ranold only knowingly smiled with a shake of his head, his blonde hair moving left and right like spaghetti.

I left my position and got up, straightening my dress. "I have to head down, Halima had told me to be there early. "

"Take Miranda with you," Karsten instructed, walking over to his desk and grabbing a glass of water from amidst the clutter.

"Maybe I should clear your desk first so you can work easily." I moved towards his desk. He nodded and shifted away with Ranold. Both men took their seats on the sofa. Ranold extracted his tablet, and they began to discuss the list of guests.

My hands swiftly moved to gather all the scattered papers and lists, arranging them in their respective files. Then I gathered all the empty coffee cups and discarded the Styrofoam ones. There was nothing to indicate he had eaten anything. This annoyed me; working didn’t mean he shouldn’t eat. Was he planning on getting sick?

"Did you even eat something or just survived on coffee?" I annoyedly asked, turning my face towards him. A scowl rested on my face while my nostrils flared.

Some of the tiredness disappeared from his face as his gaze found me. He calmly answered.

"I did, Miranda took the boxes away earlier." His tone was very different from how he had used it with Ranold earlier.

"Should I bring you some breakfast?" I asked, secretly wishing I had packed something for him. If I had known, I certainly would have.

"No, I will now eat lunch at 12. Don’t worry about it, I have already informed Miranda." He simply shook his head and returned his attention towards Ranold.

After I had cleaned and arranged his desk, I left his office and found Miranda in her office.

"Good morning!" I greeted her enthusiastically as she lifted her head from her tablet. The woman seemed to be deeply buried in her work.

"Good morning! Arata. It has been chaotic today."

"Let’s head down, Halima is expecting me. I will need to change soon for the event, too." Hearing me, Miranda left her seat, grabbing her tablet.

"Yes, I need to check if Mr Karsten and your room has been properly set up."

Confusion marred my face.

"Our room?" I questioned as we stepped out of Miranda’s office.

"Yes, Mr Karsten, specifically ordered that a room be set up backstage where both of you will get ready before taking the ramp," she informed me, making my heart flutter like a small child’s.

This man and his care. He had arranged a room specifically for both of us.

"So many asshole celebrities we will have to deal with. I am sure you are aware," Miranda annoyedly murmured as we arrived at the staircase.

"I certainly do." Our descent began as we discussed different aspects of today’s event.

Soon, we arrived at the grand white and silver doors of the grand hall where tonight’s event was to take place. Throwing the doors open, we entered the place just to feel as if we had entered a winter land.

I watched in awe my eyes revolving in all directions as I tried to take it all in.