(Arata)
Dipping in curiosity I opened the ssage to see what he had sent.
{Knocking.....Desperate Princess....Are you there?}
A smile crept up on my lips. Seed like it would be fun to interact with him.
I contemplated what to say, not wanting to co off as too desperate although it was so evident from my na.
Facepalm mont.
I eagerly typed back.
{I am} Quickly hitting send I impatiently waited for his response.
Three dots appeared on the screen, aning he was typing. For unknown reasons, my pulse quickened and my eyes wouldn’t waver from my phone.
His ssage finally flashed on my screen and I eagerly read, forgetting that I was still in my office.
{Desperate Princess, you have been chosen for the etup. Proceed with your answer and let know if you are available this Saturday.}
Excitent ran in my very veins as I formulated a response. But several questions erupted in my mind.
What if he was a serial killer who lured girls like this and killed them?
No, no, in these modern tis, it would have been all over the news that a bunch of girls went missing while trying to hook up with an internet celebrity.
He wouldn’t risk it. n like him cared deeply about their reputation. Besides I could take care of myself.
Another question jumped into my brain.
What if he lived on so other continent? Was I desperate enough to go et a random man I had recently started following?
Maybe, yes.
I needed a thrill and life was too short to let such opportunities pass. I had already wasted three years with Andy.
Collecting my thoughts, I began typing.
{How can I trust you? What’s a surety that you won’t turn out to be a sadistic serial killer?} And hit sent.
A thrilling excitent whorled through , waiting for his response. The three dots instantly appeared followed by his response a minute later.
{You wouldn’t be texting and following sweetie if you were this afraid. You willingly decided to et when you signed up. My goal is to open up a world you have never experienced before. Help you ride out your wildest fantasies, not kill you. What fun will one be as a corpse? They can’t even moan. Still to curb your fears, we will et at a neutral venue. If you are interested, let know, and I will share the address.}
He sent a not-very ominous ssage, it chilled my bones. Like a gripping vine, an unfiltered excitent set its headquarters in the pit of my stomach.
An exhilaration like I had never experienced before rushed through and I typed.
{I am in, where are you located?}
His reply was instant and it wasn’t what I had anticipated.
{I will be where you want to be. State your city and I will arrange the place accordingly.}
Of course, he won’t reveal anything about himself. It was all part of his secret charm.
{Marica City.}
I didn’t have to wait much for his answer.
{Velvet Haven Club, Executive Room Blue. Wear sothing blue and put on a fancy mask. 8 pm on Saturday Night. Who is your favourite ani character?}
That was quick, and I could only assu that he was from Marica City, or at least he knew the city well enough to be that quick with the answer. My favourite ani character? Did he assu I watched ani?
Oh!
Then I rembered my profile picture was of Sasha from Attack On Titan. Obviously, he assud I was into ani.
{Ken Kanegi from Tokyo Ghoul. I will be there.} I typed with my heart hamring in my chest and my cheeks shaming the strawberries.
{Twisted Rider will be waiting and at your service.}
He sent the final ssage with a mask emoji and my insides shuddered. I had loved Andy but this level of excitent was lacking in our relationship. The thrill of rely thinking about eting a masked man was twisting my insides as if I had been put into a grinder and being whirled around.
Bizarre of the most bizarre, this had to be it.
Swiping the side, I clicked the phone shut and began gathering my stuff with a silly smile on my face. Saturday was around the corner and I was going shopping before that.
’Wear sothing blue.’ n preferred black or red on won. This was a strange choice of colour.
lancholy and loneliness, that’s how I always associated this colour. I was more into vibrant colours, like red, pink and purple. Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to go for a change.
By the ti I packed up and headed out of my office, Karsten was already standing by the elevator, ready to leave.
He turned and his forehead just creased a fraction as I walked over to him.
"I thought you had already left."
’No, sir, I was setting up a secret date with a masked man whom I had just seen a few days ago on the internet. He might be a serial killer but his luring voice and body are so inviting that I wish to risk all my sane instincts and go et him. Since my fucking fiancé cheated on and married another woman, I have beco slightly unhinged and want a thrill instead of boring everyday life.’ The little monologue ranted in my brain as I put on my fake professional smile and answered.
"I was just packing up."
The elevator dinged and the door opened. Like a gentleman which he was probably not, he offered to enter first.
"After you, Miss Arata."
With a nod, I entered the elevator, and Karsten stepped inside, too; the elevator door closed, trapping us inside.
I stood in a corner and Karsten towered beside with his right hand in his pant’s pocket and his coat on his arm.
I clutched my bag’s handle tightly. I wasn’t very fond of closed spaces like elevators. The plunging glass cubicle could very well be falling to my death.
His scent perated the very air around us.
Why did he always sll so nice? Unknowingly I sucked in a breath, longer than usual and then another.
Like a potent male, the ones my mom loved writing about. He could easily be the male lead in one of her stories.
"It’s a limited edition, Elipse Embers," he said subtly.
Confused, I asked. "What is?"
And his head turned and obsidian eyes flickered towards . Mocking amusent I found swimming in them.
"My cologne."
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