My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 84: Challenge

(Arata)

What in the hell was he talking about?

What orgasm?

And that teasing smile he held? That was not natural by any means.

"What?" I asked, rather shockingly, clutching my work tablet. Annoyance made my brows scrunch together.

"The voice note. Seemed like you missed me. Maybe read too much into that kiss and the fake session we had." His hand developed a rhythmic movement so that the liquid in the glass swirled like a small whirlpool. Very different kinds of whirlpools had descended in his eyes, the ones that held a tease.

What voice note?

Did I?

OMG!

I certainly did. I didn’t even check his messages in annoyance and had no clue if I had so it was the right decision to act oblivious. free𝑤ebnovel.com

"I am not sure what you are talking about, and I just want to put it out there. If you believe I have been swept off my feet just because we faked a kiss..." I paused and offered him a mocking smile. My eyes slowly swept over his model-like body before I lied between my teeth.

"You are not my type."

That dark smirk on his face should have disappeared but no—it fucking widened.

This man was up to no good today. He subtly blinked at me before speaking in a hushed but enigmatic voice. It was impossible to resist and I found my legs clutching shut.

"I am everyone’s type, Arata. If I want I can have a whole harem."

Yeah! Right. Where were we?

In a Chinese Historical fiction novel? Where was he the king with his own harem of a hundred women?

He took out his hand from his pocket and extracted his phone. Swiping on it the screen became alive as he touched it a few more times.

"And your claims are refuted because of this voice note, maybe it will refresh your memory."

To my absolute horror, the voice note I had sent Azul began to play on Karsten’s phone.

If only the floor of his office would open up and swallow me.

Oh! Please! The ceiling, fall down on my head and put me out of my misery.

My ears burnt as if a matchstick had been lit underneath them and a substantial amount of sweat broke out on my forehead and palms.

My legs shook and I had to keep myself steady.

God! This was so embarrassing, and did he need to play it right in front of me and enjoy the hundred shades of embarrassment I was being subjected to?

Yeah! That’s exactly what he had intended. That’s what that cocky smile was all about.

And now the bastard was watching me like a leopard about to swoop in and end his prey.

My stupid moans kept playing on his phone and amusement kept intensifying on his face and eyes as if both of them were in some fucked up symbiotic relationship.

I glared back at him; any traces of a smile had long vanished from my face as I annoyedly told him.

"....ahm...can you turn it off? This was private and not meant for you."

He tilted his head a smidge. The glass in his hand continued the swirling movement and I wondered what his play was.

"Then why did you send it to me? In the middle of the night. It seems like you were masturbating with your thoughts on me..."

The man certainly believed the world revolved around him.

"Like I said. It was not meant for you, I don’t know how it ended up being forwarded to you." He had turned the phone in my direction and I could clearly see that it had been sent from my cellphone to his direct messages.

I could only guess that when I forwarded it to Azul and dropped the phone on my chest while rolling over in my sleep. My hand or maybe my boobs did the action and it accidentally got sent to him too.

And now the cocky male believed I was masturbating while daydreaming or maybe nightdreaming about him.

What did we even call the daydreams we had at night while awake?

Not the point to ponder right now.

To my utmost relief, Karsten pressed the button and stopped my embarrassing voice message. I had never regretted sending a smutty voice note before as I did in this instant.

"Not for me?" He asked, his voice layered with amusement. "Tell me, fake girlfriend. Are you cheating on me?"

I exhaled furiously and could feel my whole face had turned red.

Definitely looked like the strawberries I loved so much.

"You need to delete that. It’s a private message, and according to the contract, I am not obliged to tell you anything about my personal life. It’s none of your concern whom I date or...." I didn’t want to say fuck in front of him. At the end of the day, he was still my boss.

His right brow cocked at my answer, and glints of delight at my awkwardness still lingered on his face.

"So does your boyfriend know about your fake contract with me and what we did last weekend?" He shamelessly asked, appearing very interested in my private life.

"Like I said earlier and I will say it again with all due respect to you." I snorted, emphasising every word.

"IT’S NOT YOUR CONCERN. PLEASE! DELETE IT."

I knew even if I would delete it from my side, it had already been downloaded in his phone and until he chose to do it, it would remain in his.

"I gladly will, Arata, if you will follow my orders for today without rolling your eyes or any funny quips or complaints. Like a good secretary. You said on the phone last time that you can follow orders. Time to prove it."

I knew it bothered him whenever I refused to listen, and for the past few days, he had noticed I had openly been ignoring him and following his order with a roll of my eyes and mutterings under my breath.

Now he had the upper hand; he had this embarrassing voice note of mine, and I will never hear the end of it.

"I don’t think you can do it, Arata. I will just delete this as charity. You don’t trust me enough to let yourself open up with me," he added with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

I knew he was testing me again. This was surely becoming a game between us. I could blackmail him with that picture of his but I will save it for another time. Let’s see what my bossy boss had in store for me.

I certainly didn’t want his charity by any means. I trusted him well, knowing he would never hurt me. But play with me, that I could certainly see happening.

A part of me was intrigued and wished to just let this control slip and see what he had planned for me.

"No charity. Since I sent it, I will earn the right to have you delete it. I will do it. Whatever you want, without rolling my eyes or saying a word." I gave in, and that smirk got ten times worse than before, as he commanded in his guttural voice.

"Then come forward and remove these fake hair."