My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 36 - 50 Questions

(Arata)

Stella was wide awake when I reached home on Sunday afternoon. She almost pounced on me, fishing for information. Her eyes crazed and her hands propped under her chin.

"So so so, did you do it?

"How was he?

"Did he make you cum?

"Did you see his face?

"Is he a hidden celebrity?"

She hurled question after question at me as I took off my high heels and tossed them away. Putting up my feet on the comfy lounger, I relaxed with an ecstatic smirk jotting down my lips.

"Oh! Stel, he was everything. A Greek god in body and bed. I was missing out so much with Andy, I only realised that last night."

Stella stared at me in awe as a child does towards Santa Claus, her grin even wider than mine.

"YES! I always knew that Andy wasn’t satisfying you. That small cock snake."

"Actually snake has two penises," I interrupted her while cranking my neck left and right.

"You get the point, Arata." She excitedly waved me off. "Tell me more."

I avoided too many raunchy details but gave her the gist of what went down between us and how he allowed me to send him a pm if I ever needed to talk.

"Not that he needed to be but he just became a thousand times more sexier. Ara, you are so lucky gal." She rested her head on my shoulder as we continued to daydream about the mystery guy who gave me the most satisfying night of my life.

***

As glorious as my weekend was, Monday was the opposite. The ice cube I had for my boss was in a relatively bad mood. Not that he was ever in a good mood but this particular day was exceptional.

Something seemed to have happened on the weekend to tick him off. His obsidian eyes were extra murky today, any emotion he would hold had dissipated, replaced by vast blackness as he stared at me.

Unsettling, it alleviated my heartbeat.

"We have a meeting with all heads of departments this afternoon. You will accompany me and take notes. Get me a black tie before we leave," he passed out orders while sliding open his drawer and taking out what seemed like a cigarette case. His forehead wrinkled like angry sand dunes.

"Yes, Sir! Anything else," I asked while jotting down his points on my work tablet.

"We are flying to meet my family next week. We will leave Friday afternoon, stay the weekend there and return on Sunday. You will get the dresses and accessories," he grumbled while taking out a cigarette and sticking it in his long fingers. "I have prepared 50 questions, my family can ask you. Go through them so our stories are the same. Mail will be in your inbox now."

He pointed towards my tablet with his cigarette-clad fingers, popping the long cancer-causing stick into his mouth.

Pressing his lips to keep it in place he grabbed the zippo with his other hand, flicked it open and brought the yellow-bluish flame near the tip.

Sizzling, the cigarette burnt and he let out a puff of smoke.

Great, the dude wished to die of lung cancer.

Couldn’t he wait for me to leave his office before lighting up this death stick of nicotine?

"I will go through them." Waiting for further instructions, I stuck around, but he seemed to be wallowing in the smoke of misery his cigarette was producing.

"Dismissed," he groaned without giving me a glance.

Did I say something to piss him off?

Nothing I could recall.

What was his problem?

Could he have known what I did on the weekend?

It was highly unlikely. And it wasn’t his concern what I did on my weekends.

Throwing one final quizzical look at him, I exited his office and almost bumped into someone. My tablet dropped in the process.

"Eeh!" I let out a little squeal, startled seeing the COO; Ranold Whittle.

He caught it before it hit the ground and got smashed. Straightening up, he offered it to me like a gentleman with a flashy smile on his face.

"Here, didn’t mean to startle you." His surf blonde hair was combed back today and the sweater he must have worn to the office was casually tied around his neck. The icy blue eyes were a shade I had hardly observed on anyone. They differed from mine and Baba’s; the warmth was lacking.

He should have taken a step back but he remained in my personal space.

"Thank you!" I offered a polite smile.

"Miss Arata, how are you?" He casually asked.

I removed myself from his proximity and took a step back.

"I am good, Mr Ranold. If you will excuse me." Hugging my tablet to my chest, I began to shuffle away towards my office. Feeling the heat of his gaze as it followed me.

Entering my office, I closed the door and settled in my seat to go through the email Karsten had sent me.

My heart frantically thudded in my chest as I clicked it open and began to read. He had penned down 50 questions which he believed his family could ask me.

In order for this ruse to work, I needed to memorise them by the end of the weekend.

Q.1- How did both of you meet?

And - We met in a gym and sparks flew from there. I offered you a job and you accepted. (It wasn’t a lie, except we had just met, and there were sparks but mostly of annoyance.)

Burying my thoughts I read further.

Q.2 - His favourite colour?

Ans - Black. (Of course! Like his heart.)

Q3 - Where did we go on the first date?

Ans - Butler and Butter. It is one of the fanciest restaurants and my family knows I love it.

The list went on and on until it was time for the meeting. Halting my reading I prepped up my makeup and adjusted my wig and glasses.

Time to accompany him and see how he brooded with others.