(Arata)
The shirtless man with a skull mask and suspenders was reprimanding Andy for letting a woman like go.
The masked man then chased down the road. My body scread to stop and let him catch up, do unspeakable acts of pure pleasure to . But soone disturbed my carnal wet dreams.
I woke up with soone calling my na. My glasses had slid down, so I rubbed my eyes and quickly adjusted them. My eyes opened, and I tried to figure out where I was when the annoying, grating voice of my new boss reached my ears.
"Are you rested well? Or should I arrange a bed for you?" His irritation dripped from each syllable as I realised what I had done and stumbled out of his chair as if it was an electric chair and not his comfy leather one which had killed to sleep.
Standing straight, my hands folded in front. As if I was getting ready for the morning assembly?
Way to leave an impression, Arata.
He might fire you before you are even hired properly.
"Sorry, I didn't an to...." I tried to apologise while keeping my eyes down. Redness crept up my neck, cheeks and ears, amplifying my embarrassnt, and I couldn't make eye contact.
How did I not wake up when he opened the door? I was not a very heavy sleeper.
Was I that tired?
It was true, the nights had not been very comforting and friendly after Andy. I had gotten used to sleeping in his arms. Loneliness was not a healthy emotion; I was learning that in a harsh way.
"You didn't an to what? Sleep on the first day of your job?" He stood so close that I could feel his heat and that ridiculously exhilarating cologne of his.
Was he trying to intimidate ?
I raised my head and stared back. I was at fault but that didn't an I would let him invade my personal space.
"I apologise; it won't happen again," I said with all sincerity. I shouldn't have watched those videos all night long, but my ovaries needed them, and I still had no regrets.
"Make sure it doesn't. Wasn't very professional of you." His tone wasn't condescending but it was firm. He ant it.
His face didn't hold a grimace but a single wrinkle on his forehead sat like a blemish on his flawless skin.
Grabbing the arm of his chair he swung it around and elegantly draped himself over it.
Taking this as a cue, I took a step back from him while he opened the file of my contract.
Uh! No, he was already pissed at and now he was going to see the ridiculous amount I had penned down as salary.
The wrinkle on his forehead lted away as his long lashes, which seed to have been shaped by an eyelash curler, blinked. He began to read what I had penned down, his lips curved up while mine flatlined.
Here cos the reprimanding.
He glanced at while closing the file and gesturing towards the chair.
Mr Ice asked, his voice heavy. "So you agree to all the terms? Anything you would like to discuss or have an issue with?"
I scrambled towards the seat and settled in it as elegantly as possible. My legs were slightly shaky so I placed my hands on them to stop them from trembling.
Seed like he had no issues with the salary I had demanded.
I never admitted to myself but my life had always been quite sheltered. My parents were overprotective, especially my baba. Although they never questioned my love life or tried to control it. In their eyes, no man was ever good enough for . I didn't get to have much of a dating experience. I only had three boyfriends, and the first two didn't get past a month, and all we did was kiss. They feared my father and Uncle Kail.
Andy was an exception. He was persistent and patient, plus his family knew ours. So all my experiences were with him. Not many experints were involved when it ca to sex. It was pretty vanilla, with him usually on top.
I wasn't sure what Karsten was looking for when he ant I had to act as his girlfriend and what kind of relationship he expected to have.
So I asked with slight hesitation.
"I would like so insight on the last duty. What do you an when you said I had to act as your girlfriend?"
He leaned back again into his chair and I noticed how he had loosened the tie, destroying the perfect Windsor I had created for him.
"It ans what it states, Miss Arata. I want you to be my fake girlfriend for social events and family gatherings. My family won't stop breathing down my neck and I have no intention of forming a relationship." He paused to see if I was following, I offered a quick nod as he furthered.
"Don't worry, it will be professional and consensual. Let's take it as a boss and secretary relationship with benefits."
He was dead serious.
"Benefits? Do you an we have to...?" I blurted out, unable to hold myself back.
Karsten snorted, he understood what I ant.
"No, we won't be having sex. I have other ans for it. I don't want any awkwardness in the workplace."
There was a certain glint in his eyes, which I didn't understand; his lips pulled up in a slight smirk, seeing my discomfort. How openly he spoke about it.
n, indeed, were shaless.
Cocky male.
At least he knew how to smile.
My ears burnt from the embarrassnt that coursed through and I had to tear away my gaze from him and bore it into the ground. Awkwardly, I adjusted my fra and cleared my throat.
"Good because I am not looking for any intimacy. Nor, I want one with my boss."
It was a white lie. I wished to get laid just to get Andy out of my system. But it wasn't a great idea to sleep with your boss. I wanted to be seen with him, and that was going to happen; no one needed to know our relationship was fake.
"So, do we have an understanding?" Karsten asked in his resonating voice. He leaned forward, his hands folded on the file.
"We do." I gave an affirmative nod.
Unfolding his hands he extended his right one towards .
"Welco abroad, Miss Arata. I will give you a detailed contract of how to be my girlfriend."
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