(Arata)
Stella was wide awake when I reached ho on Sunday afternoon. She almost pounced on , 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 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 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 off. "Tell more."
I avoided too many raunchy details but gave her the gist of what went down between us and how he allowed to send him a pm if I ever needed to talk.
"Not that he needed to be but he just beca a thousand tis 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 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.
Sothing seed 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 .
Unsettling, it alleviated my heartbeat.
"We have a eting with all heads of departnts this afternoon. You will accompany and take notes. Get a black tie before we leave," he passed out orders while sliding open his drawer and taking out what seed 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 et 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 sa. 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 fla 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 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 seed to be wallowing in the smoke of misery his cigarette was producing.
"Dismissed," he groaned without giving a glance.
Did I say sothing 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 soone. 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 like a gentleman with a flashy smile on his face.
"Here, didn’t an 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 ." Hugging my tablet to my chest, I began to shuffle away towards my office. Feeling the heat of his gaze as it followed .
Entering my office, I closed the door and settled in my seat to go through the email Karsten had sent .
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 .
In order for this ruse to work, I needed to morise them by the end of the weekend.
Q.1- How did both of you et?
And - We t 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 t, 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 ti for the eting. Halting my reading I prepped up my makeup and adjusted my wig and glasses.
Ti to accompany him and see how he brooded with others.
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