My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 200: Merry Christmas! Phoenix

(Karsten)

The anger ran like liquified iron in my veins. I should never have brought Ma and Arata out without my full security protocol. That was a mistake I wasn’t going to repeat.

They took her pictures without consent and almost touched her. The very thought enraged me.

The car pulled into the driveway. Caysir and Asbela quickly arrived to receive us.

"Take Arata and Ma inside and prepare dinner for us," I informed them while stepping out. Seeing my darkened expression, no one questioned me. Olphi remained by my side as I watched Arata quietly head inside.

She was safe, that’s all that mattered for now.

"I want all of these reporters found, and their respective companies issued suing notices," I told Olphi in a fit of rage.

"I memorised the names of the media outlets from some of their badges and mics. Don’t worry, Sir, they will pay for what they did," Olphi assured me. We discussed further plans on how to avoid such instances.

Giving him a satisfied nod, I told him to place all the gifts inside and arrange for a Christmas Tree by tomorrow. I didn’t celebrate Christmas, but Ma was very invested in it.

I headed inside and found Ma and Arata already seated at the dinner table.

"Karsten! Come, let’s have dinner," Ma called out, seeming utterly serious for some reason.

My eyes slithered towards Arata, and she seemed unsettled. The experience must have rattled her as she refused to meet my eye.

We had a quiet dinner where none of us spoke. But before we could leave the table, I addressed both the ladies.

"I am sorry this happened under my watch. It won’t be repeated again."

Ma’s stern face turned towards me, and I could sense some agony in her eyes.

"It’s not your fault, Karsten. I know you will always protect what is yours. Arata and I. Keep her safe." She tiredly got up with seriousness, expanding on her features. This was the first time she had spoken in that fashion about Arata.

Was she accepting her, or was it some kind of game?

I wasn’t sure.

Then she turned to face Arata and said in the most serious tone I had ever heard her use.

"If he troubles you in any way, come to me and I will teach him a lesson." Her index finger pointed towards me.

What? What was even happening here?

Arata’s serious face had a cunning smile spreading on it at my Ma’s words.

"I will absolutely do that, Camilla." Her sharp and mischief-filled eyes glided over to me like a challenge.

"Good night." Ma left us alone and headed to her room while Arata held my gaze.

"Should I?" She asked with a challenge as soon as Ma was out of earshot.

Knowing Arata, I knew she would never be afraid of speaking her truth, but it would seriously hurt my case.

"You are under contract, don’t forget that." I reminded her, placing my fork down and facing her with a bold look.

She only scoffed at me and averted her gaze, focusing on her food. She had hardly eaten more than a few spoonfuls.

I wasn’t sure how to emphasise more on the fact that she was neglecting her health.

She retired to our room, and I held myself back with a need to smoke and let my Azul persona out.

I hadn’t heard from Arata on that profile after things had gone south between us.

Maybe posting a new video will restore her interest. I knew she could no longer speak to me, but I would rather she poured her heart out to Azul.

Quietly, I made my way to the underground secret room and entered using my handprint. I proceeded to the closet where I kept my costumes and masks. I chose a black mask with red and white crosses for eyes and lips and a snow-coloured wig. The costume was red and white with a tight belt and fur that hid my neck.

The red leather pants were extremely tight, and I chose not to wear underwear.

It was time to play Sexy Santa for my depraved fans and her. In hopes that she would watch me.

’Freak’ by Sub Urban blasted through the speakers. The perfect song for a freak like me.

Sprawled on the sofa, I adjusted the camera, focusing it on myself, and turned it on.

The video began with my hand behind my head as the other one remained on my abdomen, slowly and agonisingly moving up and down.

"Missed me?" I asked, and the device changed it to appear heavy and sexy.

My hand slithered down to my crotch and smoothly rested on it as I breathed out heavily and then asked.

"Have you been good for Christmas?" I asked and slid my hand on my thighs as I straightened and leaned closer to the camera.

"If you have, then Santa might bring you a gift. Merry Christmas, you all, especially My Phoenix," I whispered before I picked up my phone and ended the video.

After a tiny bit of editing, I uploaded it and waited to see if Arata would like it.

Likes and comments began to pour in, but none from her. Maybe she had gone to sleep after the traumatic experience she had today.

Tossing my phone aside, I got up and changed back. Lighting a cigarette, I smoked for a while before shutting everything down and heading back towards my room.

My phone pinged, and I saw it was a notification/weather warning. A snowstorm was headed towards Marica City, and it was going to last for days.

That meant all air traffic would be cancelled. The storm, according to the news sources, would begin on 23rd December. That meant we would be stranded in our homes.

The holidays needed to start early. So people could head to their required destinations for holidays.

As I entered the room, I found Arata sitting in bed in her night attire. The ruby-shaded ribbons of hers spread all around the dainty shoulders.

Damn! She was a sight from my wet dreams and I was already horny after that video.

Seeing me enter, she said without any emotion in her voice.

"I want to go visit my family for Christmas. I need two weeks’ leave."

Two weeks? That seemed like an eternity to me, but I couldn’t keep her from her family. She had been through so much, and it would do her good to be near them.

"A snowstorm is coming in about three days. So it would be sensible to leave tomorrow, so you can reach safely," I glumly told her before heading towards the walk-in closet so I could change and ease the sexual tension in the bathroom later.