(Arata)
Did he have to drop the bomb like that?
Couldn’t he give a heads-up that he was about to make the announcent in front of the whole staff?
My expressions soured as heat rose in my body. Every eye in the office was focused on , so in bewildernt, others in awe.
A few were astonished, blinking at and then back at their boss.
His hand pressed my shoulder as his hard fingers dug into my flesh, not to hurt but to bring out of my stupor.
He murmured under his breath.
"Smile!"
I did–forcefully but I had signed a contract and needed to play the part.
His warmth was reassuring and his hand loosened against my skin, his fingers rubbing it slowly now. The whiffs of his cologne slightly cald the agitated beatings of my heart.
Did he do it on purpose?
Or was it the spur-of-the-mont decision just because Ranold asked to bring him coffee?
Whatever the reason, he and I were going to have words on this. He can’t just spring such decisions like that on .
"What fantastic news," Ranold chuckled, slapping his blonde hair away from his forehead.
Murmurs of congratulations rang out as I kept the façade up.
"I want everyone to show her the respect that cos with her status. Also, no way is this news to be leaked to the press. I will announce it when I feel it necessary," he warned, his voice brisk with authority.
Every head in the room nodded apart from Ranold, the man had an annoying smirk spread on his handso face. Getting up he headed to the coffee machine to pour himself a cup of coffee.
I had begun to think he had done this on purpose to rile Karsten up and have him announce this.
"Let go," I said quietly and he unwrapped his arm from around .
I tried to glance in his direction to assess what state his mood was running in, but I couldn’t. A darkness was dragging down.
The feeling was weird, soone calling girlfriend again. I was by no ans prepared for a relationship, and although this one was just a pretence, it still gnawed at my soul.
It brought back mories, the ones I was trying to suppress but certainly had no control over.
The eting ended on a high note, with Karsten passing several instructions and innovative ideas about the new winter launch.
Miranda stayed behind while we guided the clean-up crew. She picked up on my mood and sympathetically said.
"You good? I understand if you are feeling overwheld. Mr Karsten can have that effect on others."
I shook my head while placing his cookies in the jar and sealing it.
"It’s not that, it was just a bit sudden."
She patted my shoulder in understanding. Her fingers were decorated with rings studded with all kinds of heavy stones.
"I totally understand."
I needed to speak with him so after our work was done, I made my way to his office.
Once his voice bood through the speaker, I pushed the door open and entered.
He was busy on the phone with his face towards the window and back facing . I waited for him to finish the call.
He finally turned, his steely gaze finding mine. A single wrinkle on his forehead, demanding why I was there.
"There are a few points I want to discuss," I answered without reluctance.
He took a step towards his desk and placed his palms on it, bending slightly as a predator got ready to pounce on his prey.
With laser-focused precision his dark charcoal eyes found .
Sadly for him, I was no prey.
"I am listening."
I folded my arms over my breasts and flatly told him.
"Next ti you would want to make such an announcent, a warning would be nice. I don’t like being pushed into such situations."
He simply blinked at as if I was making so unreasonable demand. Silence thickened between us.
My heart pounded, faster and faster until it was the only sound in my ears.
’Speak already,’ I shouted in my head.
"..."
He finally did.
"No one should be ordering you around, except . I had to make the announcent and I think it was the perfect ti. You should be prepared for such scenarios. It’s part of your job."
Of course, what else was I expecting? I frustratedly exhaled but he wasn’t done.
"Maybe, you are more upset because I placed my arm around you without your consent. But it should have been clear to you, this would co with the part..."
He sized up again, his gaze slowly slithering down my body. Making feel vulnerable and exposed but not in a way I hated. There was just sothing about his glances that was unnerving and yet exciting. Like Azul. Both had this dominant energy about them which twisted my womanly organs.
"I understand that, Sir. That’s not what I ant..." I blurted out.
Why did his words suddenly anger ?
"Then there is nothing to complain about or do you have anything else to add?" He questioned.
"Actually there is. There was no need to make personal attacks on your employees. I am referring to Chan."
This ti it was Karsten’s turn to snort and shake his head.
"Chan does not have a fragile ego and I always reprimand him like that. He knows and understands . This was just a warning that you are not to be flirted with because that’s his habit. Although he is harmless I won’t let anyone flirt with my fake girlfriend in the office. We have to keep it real if this is to work, and for that, I have to act as a possessive, overbearing boyfriend. I hope this clears it up," he sumd it up for .
Seeing my lips still forming a hard line of displeasure, he straightened up and thrust his hands into his pockets. Rounding his desk, he leisurely sauntered towards and halted a few inches away.
"You should give to of instructions regarding you," I said frustratedly.
"What am I? A complicated machine?" A hint of amusent could be detected in his words.
’No, Sir! more like a damn freezer with that personality and attitude?’ My mind conjured up images of him looking like a freezer, I had to shake them away.
"No! But you are complicated."
His posture seed much more relaxed now, that intense energy seed to have dialled down a notch.
"Trust , Arata. I know what I am doing and I take care of my employees. I may look like a dictator but it’s for the betternt of everyone. So go ho and relax."
Damn, was he being kind to right now.
Why was his voice so smooth and husky? Like a comforting symphony.
Without knowing I found myself nodding at him.
"Tonight I am taking you for a dress fitting. I will pick you up at sharp 9. Be ready."
These were his final instructions before I left his office, wondering what type of dress he would want to choose.
Will he choose it himself or it will be my choice?
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