(Karsten)
Tired of the ordeal, Arata fell asleep in my arms. I would have loved to fix her a hot bath but she was too tired.
"Arata!" I called her glancing down at her sleeping figure.
Her shirt barely held on because of the way I had torn it open. The spill of red was scattered on her shoulders and so strands even fell on her chest.
For a while, I laid her down on my lap and shifted her curtain of hair from her serene face, watching her innocently sleep there.
My fingers simply brushed her fluffy cheeks, they reminded of the cotton candy I used to eat as a kid. I was sure she still loved eating that.
So trusting, I didn’t even deserve her trust.
"I will always keep you safe, Arata," I slowly murmured to her.
Once the sleep began to consu , I picked Arata up and tucked her into her bed. She montarily awakened and then snuggled under the blanket.
Placing a tender kiss on her temple I dragged myself away from her.
Heading to my room I showered and changed before calling Olphi to let everyone in.
She didn’t get to eat dinner, so I inford Asbela to deliver her breakfast first thing in the morning.
Picking up my pack of cigarettes, I decided to have a smoke, but Arata’s face ca into view. She hated my habit and I couldn’t do it. Not today. Tossing it on the table I climbed in bed.
Soon I drifted off to sleep as well. The next couple of days were going to be hectic so I needed to get so sleep to remain functioning.
The next day, I needed to get the dress ready before she arrived for her rehearsal. I left for the office early with Olphi, informing Caysir to bring her later.
Another reason for this was that I wanted her to get so rest as this was going to be a hectic day with rehearsals. I did leave her an explanation DM so she wouldn’t feel left out.
I arrived at the Design Departnt, they had promised that it would be ready tomorrow and I wanted to personally ensure that it was.
Entering the workspace, I found the team I had tasked with putting the dress together.
"Sir, it’s ready." The head of the design departnt inford with a satisfied smile, knowing why I was there.
"Show ," I quickly said and they guided towards the mannequin on which it had been displayed.
My eyes took it in as it sparkled under the light sconces. It had turned out the way I had envisioned it and I could imagine Arata inside it.
Dazzling and dreamy, just like her. I knew she was going to love it.
She would appear like a princess, the princess of the Arsten Empire.
Advancing forward, I observed it thoroughly, my hand reaching out to feel the soft fabric; it would sit snugly against her skin.
The excitent of seeing her donning this while walking beside made slightly giddy.
Turning around I found the whole departnt had gathered to observe my reaction and wait for my words of approval.
Their awaiting eyes and excited faces revealed they were dying to hear praise it.
"I want the belt to have more gemstones, it’s looking too plain. But overall a fantastic job."
Their faces glowed as if I had offered them a 100 per cent incentive. I guess the boss’s praise was like an incentive for the employees. Arata had been right to bug about praising others more.
"It will be done right away. Should we send it to the practice hall?" The head of the Design Departnt asked as she walked out.
"Yes, I need to check up on the invitations for the Winter Gala, but I will be heading there later," I inford her while leaving the place and heading to my next destination.
I had a feeling this Winter Gala was going to be epic with her being a showstopper with .
I reached the Marketing and Creative Apartnt and they showed the design right away. It was spot on, just the way I had wanted. The red ribbons mingled with snowflakes, with our tagline written in the centre.
Giving them my approval I left the Marketing and Creative Departnt.
Miranda joined and narrated my schedule as she handed a take-along mug of coffee.
"Sir, your next eting is in 5 minutes. It will extend into the early hours of noon and then you have the ramp rehearsal."
Taking a small sip as I headed to the conference room, I asked.
"Has Arata arrived?"
"Not yet, Sir. But she sent a voice note that she will be here in half an hour," Miranda answered while trotting behind .
"Perfect. Go down personally to receive her when she arrives. She might want to use the stairs instead of the elevator so try to make her feel comfortable and stay with her. Ensure she has everything she needs. We will do a full costu dress rehearsal after my eting."
The glass door slid open and I entered the conference hall while Miranda offered a quick nod and retreated.
The eting dragged on and I found it difficult to concentrate. The images of a certain redhead and the way she had sucked my cock kept repeating in my head.
But the eting was important; these were the products we were to launch in January, and I couldn’t just slack. I propelled myself and tried to concentrate.
Two hours seed like two days to , and finally, it was over.
"You seed distracted. There weren’t enough ripples on your forehead and cutting remarks on your tongue," Ranold so annoyingly observed.
I was known to give extra hard ti at the etings and act grumpy. I guess it felt odd when I didn’t pinpoint too many mistakes and kept a neutral face instead of my regular scrutinising one.
"I was focused. Why were you staring at my face instead of focusing on work," I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Just an observation. Let’s head down for the rehearsal. I am guessing your girlfriend must be there," he confidently smirked.
I rolled my eyes at him, but inside my chest, that stupid organ did an excited flip.
We headed for the practice hall, and upon our entry, the first thing I observed was her clad in the costu I had specifically designed and chosen for her.
And my world tipped on its axis as I openly stared and forgot to breathe.
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