My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 145: Seeing Amanda Bilock

(Arata)

Moving to the front of the hall I observed the ramp that had been set up. It was a sleek, elevated stretch to showcase the dynamic walk of the models. Overhead, a constellation of spotlights and LED panels bathed the ramp in dynamic hues, shifting from cool blues to warm golds.

I loved the set-up, watching a scintillating ramp walk was always thrilling for me. I enjoyed watching models flaunting their skills and costumes.

The seats stretched to the right, left and front of the ramp; walking over to one in front, I eased myself into it.

A few female models and employees from other departments had gathered to watch the rehearsal as well. Their turn was right after the male models, and today, Karsten was going to witness the rehearsal and announce the showstopper, so it was an important moment.

Their eyes flitted towards me, some warm and friendly, others cold and indifferent.

I flashed a smile and quite a few returned it.

Murmurs and stares began as I sat down. I knew the word about me being Karsten’s girlfriend must have spread and everyone wanted to have a peek.

"Is she really Mr Karsten’s girlfriend?" A girl on my right murmured.

"That’s what is being said," another replied in a hushed sound. "I only heard it from Halima (the event manager for the Arsten)."

"Amanda, did you see? Mr Karsten has already acquired a girlfriend; your delay has cost you," another model whispered, and my ears perked.

Amanda Bilock? The one who got surgeries and was going to be the showstopper with Karsten?

"Huh! We shall see. Didn’t know he preferred women like...." the last word was muffled as a haughty reply dipped in pride came from my right.

Slowly I turned my head and cast a curious glance in the girl’s direction. Midnight black hair, fish lips, a slim figure and heavy breasts which screamed they had been uplifted through surgery. Real breasts are always like tears.

Her head turned in my direction and I saw disdain swimming in her deep green eyes.

She was clearly looking down upon me. I quietly held her gaze and flashed her a very fake smile.

Lifting my bandaged hand I wiggled my fingers towards her.

"Hello!" A few of the models with her smiled and returned my greeting. But Amanda just crossed her infinite legs, which made the short dress hike up even further revealing her lean thighs.

Her body was beautiful and I wished her attitude was the same.

Too bad, so many girls now believe having an attitude makes them look sexy or whatever. Everyone’s an influencer in this globalised world of ours. So little humility but such a shit load of attitude.

"We are about to begin," someone announced and all attention turned towards the ramp. The lights shifted and music started.

Thrilling excitement gripped my body as my eyes were glued to the runway.

Two male models donning long black wool winter coats, in different styles and ivy caps dipped low over their heads appeared from left and right. Their walks synchronised as they seemed to move with the rhythm of the music.

Girls on my right and behind whistled as both guys dipped their caps and gave them meaningful looks while trying not to smile.

The walks continued with the event manager flanking the ramp on the right, observing every movement and correcting them where needed.

I focused on the costumes and all the collection being displayed was impeccable, created and chosen with perfection.

The departments had really outdone themselves; the designers, the creators, the stitchers, everyone had done an impeccable job with the garbs.

And then Ranold walked out, confident and smug. The whistles from the female models got louder and he winked at them, pointing each one of them out as if he knew them personally.

Amanda’s grin grew wider seeing him and she rubbed her bare thigh. I was reminded of Ranold’s words regarding Amanda; they had just slept together, and yet she had an issue that Karsten had a girlfriend.

What is wrong with girls these days?

And the thought of her tangling under sheets with Karsten just somehow didn’t seem right.

Jealousy embroiled inside me and gripped my heart in its firm hold.

I didn’t want her anywhere near Karsten. The smile vanished from my face as my eyes remained on the ramp, but in reality, I couldn’t focus.

What was wrong with me?

Why was I acting like a jealous girlfriend when, in reality, our relationship was fake and was going to end as soon as the contract expired?

My mind reeled, and my heart burdened as I silently watched on.

And then the lights focused on the main entrance and a hush silence fell over.

Karsten swaggered out on the stage and my heart leapt up seeing his broad figure in a highly stylish and refined ensemble, giving off a classy but modern gentleman vibe.

My eyes wouldn’t waver from him as he took confident steps with his right hand in his pocket and left hanging loose at the side. freёnovelkiss.com

His costume consisted of a two-toned trench coat in burgundy and black, with the burgundy forming the inner lapels and some panels, while black dominated the outer parts. It was tailored in a fashion that added a dramatic flair.

Underneath was a burgundy double-breasted blazer perfectly fitted which gave him a polished appearance. Not that he needed it but it certainly enhanced his looks.

A sleek, black dress shirt he wore underneath, buttoned down to the chest, adding a slightly edgy and confident touch.

Slim-fit black dress pants that offered a full and sharp tone to his legs.

The wristwatch I had gifted him peeked from under the coat, suggesting attention to detail, refinement and also a reminder that he preferred my gift.

The black loafers completed his bold, sophisticated, and fashion-forward look.

But what baffled me was the colour choice along with black.

Burgundy–like my hair.

Was it intentional or just a coincidence?

And then his eyes frantically staggered towards me and I was lost for breath as he held my gaze and only mine.