My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 181: Get Out

(Arata)

The sound of my slap echoed in my apartment.

Loud and clear. Followed by the snapping of my heart in two, it burst from the pain his words had caused me. He meant to say he was too good for me because I had been sleeping with another man.

He didn’t know that at the start, it was just lust and fun, and then it became a distraction because of him.

He stood like a marble monument carved by silence as his head slightly turned from the impact of my slap. His hollowed cheek had my fingerprints plastered on it as his head swivelled back towards me.

A veil of glacial emptiness I met, except his eyes, where something was buried too deep for me to find. There was no surprise in his expression as if he had instigated me to slap him as if he was expecting me to do it.

His hand didn’t even reach out to caress his cheek; he just blankly stared and stared as tears finally slipped out of my eyes and fell onto my cheeks.

"How fucking dare you?" I cried, my heart breaking into a million pieces. "You want someone cold, fine. The Arata who fell in love with you is dead from this moment forward, so congratulations. Now, get out of my apartment."

He didn’t move, just stared. His expression was wavering like smoke, giving nothing away. His eyes dipped to the tears slipping down my cheeks.

"GET OUT," I shouted at the top of my lungs, finding his presence obnoxious. I could no longer breathe; the token of his affections around my throat felt like a collar of thorns, wounding me, inflicting pain on me. Snatching it away from my skin, I threw it in his face. It hit his neck and got trapped in his collar.

But he didn’t even flinch unlike he had done just an hour ago. I even doubted he was the same man and not his evil twin.

Karsten still refused to speak or move, only watching me make a mess of myself.

Was he satisfied that he had broken me today? He always found me too stubborn, wishing to break me.

"Give it to someone who doesn’t sleep around," I yelled in disgust.

Even this dress constricted around my flesh, the promise of something which it wasn’t. Clad around me, I felt trapped in this gilded cage, which angered me more.

This needed to go, maybe he should give it to someone he found chaste enough.

Throwing it open, I pulled down the side zippers and began to strip in front of him. I didn’t want any tokens of his false affections and sham devotions.

Something shifted on his face, darkening his expression and eyes. I had no interest in understanding what it was as I took it off, leaving myself in my panties and bralette. I didn’t care, I would consider the consequences of my actions later.

Picking up the fancy dress, I just shoved it into his chest.

"Take your tokens and leave."

He caught it, his hand brushed against mine. A cold sensation filled me, and I snatched my hand away, not wanting to be touched anymore.

He lingered like a sceptre as if wishing to say something but I stepped away. His proximity brought back too many painful memories. The ones I wanted to shove down and bury now.

Stepping away I simply pointed to the door.

"Leave."

With a heavy sigh, he finally moved but not before saying. His eyes didn’t meet mine, instead, he stared at the door while holding the dress in his hands.

"Once Caysir returns I want you back. Your room will be ready. Don’t make me come to get you."

I folded my arms around my half-naked body, feeling exposed and vulnerable, totally broken. I just wanted him gone and to have peace for a moment. His presence was tormenting and I wasn’t sure how much I could take more.

"Just get out, I want to be alone. I don’t care what you do or whom you call. I will come when I want to come."

His head turned at my words, his eyes lingering on the tears clinging to my cheeks. Like the ruins of something tender, his gaze glued to them for an unspeakable eternity.

And then without another word, he opened the door and quietly left, closing the door behind him.

The thud was like the clash of the guillotine on my heart like something had forever been severed inside me.

Locking the door everything came crashing down as I stumbled to the carpeted floor and leaned against the wood.

Gathering my legs I cradled my knees and squashed them against my chest. Burying my face between my legs, I totally broke down.

My throat clogged, and the tears non-stop flowed from my eyes as I sniffled and choked on the tumbling emotions.

Ranold was right, I had been so obsessed with Karsten that I didn’t see the truth of his words. He had been warning me and yet I kept on falling deeper and deeper in love with Karsten.

Ignoring all the signs, ignoring how controlling he was. Ignoring what was right in my face, that he could so easily detach himself from a person and discard them.

Like they say, ’You won’t believe it until it happens to you.’

I should have never confessed my feelings to him.

What was I thinking? That he would collect me in his arms and say, I love you back.

He was incapable of loving someone like that; that part of his heart was missing, and still, I had fallen for him.

What was wrong with me? Why did darkness attract me? Especially his?

One thing was clear, there were so many aspects of Karsten Chevalier I wasn’t aware of. So many hidden truths to him that I hadn’t even unlocked.

But now, I resolved to unlock all of them. To see who he really was while keeping myself detached from him.

I had fallen once, I was not going to fall again but he was going to regret making me cry and saying all those vile things to me.

After seeing this side of him today, I could imagine Karsten doing unspeakable things.

Still, a part of my heart refused to agree he could hurt a child.

He hurt me, but I am a grown-ass woman, and it was my fault, too, for taking the relationship so deep with him.

Placing my chin on my knee, I straightened my face and began to form a plan. I knew whom I could reach out to gather information about Karsten, information he kept hidden.

I knew one of the keys was his family background, especially his father. I needed to know who he was.

Soon, I would know if he was responsible for ending my engagement and the real face behind who was stalking me.

And under no circumstances I would tell Karsten what Andy had shown me. That would be like a death sentence for Andy and I was not going to let him hurt someone innocent.

But, now I needed to act smart. The time of wearing my heart on my sleeve was gone, Karsten had chosen the wrong girl to mess with.