My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 37: Arata Is Off-Limits

(Karsten)

How sinfully she had moaned at my thrusts. Her insides clenched against my hardness, milking it again and again. What a full-figured feminine kitty she was. So lush and curvaceous that I couldn’t get enough of her.

And I could bet my life she wasn’t very experienced when it came to sex.

There was so much I could teach her, so many ways I could bend that hourglass figure of hers.

Sleeping with her in my arms was a whole new experience. I only fucked women and didn’t cuddle with them after. But she was so soft, her curves melted against my hardened muscles. They fitted perfectly and I slept soundly.

She left the next morning and I wished for her to stay longer.

Another time, maybe. Purposely I told her she could pm me whenever. She thought she was going to sleep with a stranger while acting as my girlfriend, little did she know the stranger was her fake boyfriend and her boss.

Sleeping with her revealed she wasn’t the kind to sleep around, and after getting the taste of mini-me, I knew she was only going to come to me.

Besides, it was casual sex, what could go wrong?

Still revelling in her aftertaste I was about to head out when mom called.

Urisa must have reported to her so this was not going to be a pleasant conversation. Flipping my thumb on the flat screen, I received the call and tried to keep my voice neutral.

"Ma!"

"Hijo, ¿cómo estás? (Son, how are you?") She asked in the calmest of her voices, but I knew it was just the quiet before the storm.

"Perfecto, how are you doing?"

"What is this I am hearing from Urisa about you having a girlfriend? You don’t love your mamá anymore that you didn’t deem it important to let me know?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. Here we go.

"I was going to bring her to Nana’s birthday party. Didn’t want this to become a big deal." I chose my words carefully.

"Big deal? I am your mother, Karsten. I carried you for nine months and you won’t even share with me the bitch you are screwing. Why can’t you just accept Urisa? She knows our traditions..."

A frustrated sigh escaped me.

"She is not a bitch, Ma. If you are going to insult her before even meeting, then maybe I shouldn’t bring her along. And you know my stance on Urisa."

My mother passed several curses in Spanish.

"You think I don’t know what you are trying to do? I will reject her if she is unable to live up to the standard."

And then, for the next half an hour, I heard her blabber on what an ungrateful son I was. How I didn’t respect the family legacy and wasn’t living up to accepting what was destined to be mine.

"Bring her around this weekend, I desire to meet her." Was the ultimatum given.

By the time the phone call ended, I had a splitting headache, and my mood had turned extremely sour.

They were going to scrutinise her down to her toenail, I needed to prepare Arata. I understood she was smart and was a quick learner but she didn’t know my fucked up family and the dynamics they worked with.

My mood didn’t improve the following day. A slight guilt grappled at my heart when I saw Arata bringing me my coffee. Glowing like a freshly bloomed rose, she had her professional smile going.

The events of the night we had spent together flashed before my eyes and my mouth watered. Pushing the sinful thoughts away I tried to keep my face blank.

Was I doing the right thing?

Will she forgive me once my truths will surface and all my ulterior motives are laid bare before her?

I informed her of my decision and she seemed slightly worried but quickly masked it.

A fleeting sense of remorse embroidered through me. The stress always prompted me to smoke. Taking out my cigarette I lit it up and tried to relax my jolted nerves.

A ridge on her forehead and that sniffle told me she didn’t like smoking. Without commenting further she left my office.

We had to leave for the meeting soon so Ranold walked in soon after and seated himself opposite me. He seemed to have stepped out of a sports magazine with his perfect hair and dandy attire.

"So she is on board with your plan?" His eyes always reminded me of harsh winters, unlike Arata’s, which were like a calm, deep blue sea.

I flipped closed the file I was reading, and stood up. Walking over to the window, I leaned against it, facing Ranold and taking another deep puff of my cigarette.

"If only my fucked up family would accept her. I hope an innocent life is not destroyed," I revealed my inner thoughts. Ranold was cocky, but he always had sound advice.

"All families are like that. If you remain steadfast, they will finally accept her." He crawled his hand through his gold-shaded hair.

"I won’t hold out hope, but she is smart, and I can only hope that she will be able to return without breaking into a million pieces." The cigarette almost died in my hand so I let it drop and extinguished it with the tip of my shoe, moving mercilessly on it, left and right.

"She, for sure, is a pretty little thing. Those curves would make anyone’s mouth water," Ranold spoke with lust dripping from his words and eyes dancing with desires for her.

It was never my concern whose body he lusted after. He was always very open about discussing women he found interesting. But I didn’t appreciate the way he spoke about Arata. Somehow it pinched me.

Leaning my body forward I pressed my palms onto my desk and said.

"Arata is off limits. I won’t repeat myself."

Ranold’s brows slightly twitched at my command but he was wise enough to know when to keep his mouth shut.