(Arata)
What in the hell was he talking about?
What orgasm?
And that teasing smile he held? That was not natural by any ans.
"What?" I asked, rather shockingly, clutching my work tablet. Annoyance made my brows scrunch together.
"The voice note. Seed like you missed . Maybe read too much into that kiss and the fake session we had." His hand developed a rhythmic movent so that the liquid in the glass swirled like a small whirlpool. Very different kinds of whirlpools had descended in his eyes, the ones that held a tease.
What voice note?
Did I?
OMG!
I certainly did. I didn’t even check his ssages in annoyance and had no clue if I had so it was the right decision to act oblivious.
"I am not sure what you are talking about, and I just want to put it out there. If you believe I have been swept off my feet just because we faked a kiss..." I paused and offered him a mocking smile. My eyes slowly swept over his model-like body before I lied between my teeth.
"You are not my type."
That dark smirk on his face should have disappeared but no—it fucking widened.
This man was up to no good today. He subtly blinked at before speaking in a hushed but enigmatic voice. It was impossible to resist and I found my legs clutching shut.
"I am everyone’s type, Arata. If I want I can have a whole harem."
Yeah! Right. Where were we?
In a Chinese Historical fiction novel? Where was he the king with his own harem of a hundred won?
He took out his hand from his pocket and extracted his phone. Swiping on it the screen beca alive as he touched it a few more tis.
"And your claims are refuted because of this voice note, maybe it will refresh your mory."
To my absolute horror, the voice note I had sent Azul began to play on Karsten’s phone.
If only the floor of his office would open up and swallow .
Oh! Please! The ceiling, fall down on my head and put out of my misery.
My ears burnt as if a matchstick had been lit underneath them and a substantial amount of sweat broke out on my forehead and palms.
My legs shook and I had to keep myself steady.
God! This was so embarrassing, and did he need to play it right in front of and enjoy the hundred shades of embarrassnt I was being subjected to?
Yeah! That’s exactly what he had intended. That’s what that cocky smile was all about.
And now the bastard was watching like a leopard about to swoop in and end his prey.
My stupid moans kept playing on his phone and amusent kept intensifying on his face and eyes as if both of them were in so fucked up symbiotic relationship.
I glared back at him; any traces of a smile had long vanished from my face as I annoyedly told him.
"....ahm...can you turn it off? This was private and not ant for you."
He tilted his head a smidge. The glass in his hand continued the swirling movent and I wondered what his play was.
"Then why did you send it to ? In the middle of the night. It seems like you were masturbating with your thoughts on ..."
The man certainly believed the world revolved around him.
"Like I said. It was not ant for you, I don’t know how it ended up being forwarded to you." He had turned the phone in my direction and I could clearly see that it had been sent from my cellphone to his direct ssages.
I could only guess that when I forwarded it to Azul and dropped the phone on my chest while rolling over in my sleep. My hand or maybe my boobs did the action and it accidentally got sent to him too.
And now the cocky male believed I was masturbating while daydreaming or maybe nightdreaming about him.
What did we even call the daydreams we had at night while awake?
Not the point to ponder right now.
To my utmost relief, Karsten pressed the button and stopped my embarrassing voice ssage. I had never regretted sending a smutty voice note before as I did in this instant.
"Not for ?" He asked, his voice layered with amusent. "Tell , fake girlfriend. Are you cheating on ?"
I exhaled furiously and could feel my whole face had turned red.
Definitely looked like the strawberries I loved so much.
"You need to delete that. It’s a private ssage, and according to the contract, I am not obliged to tell you anything about my personal life. It’s none of your concern whom I date or...." I didn’t want to say fuck in front of him. At the end of the day, he was still my boss.
His right brow cocked at my answer, and glints of delight at my awkwardness still lingered on his face.
"So does your boyfriend know about your fake contract with and what we did last weekend?" He shalessly asked, appearing very interested in my private life.
"Like I said earlier and I will say it again with all due respect to you." I snorted, emphasising every word.
"IT’S NOT YOUR CONCERN. PLEASE! DELETE IT."
I knew even if I would delete it from my side, it had already been downloaded in his phone and until he chose to do it, it would remain in his.
"I gladly will, Arata, if you will follow my orders for today without rolling your eyes or any funny quips or complaints. Like a good secretary. You said on the phone last ti that you can follow orders. Ti to prove it."
I knew it bothered him whenever I refused to listen, and for the past few days, he had noticed I had openly been ignoring him and following his order with a roll of my eyes and mutterings under my breath.
Now he had the upper hand; he had this embarrassing voice note of mine, and I will never hear the end of it.
"I don’t think you can do it, Arata. I will just delete this as charity. You don’t trust enough to let yourself open up with ," he added with a shrug of his broad shoulders.
I knew he was testing again. This was surely becoming a ga between us. I could blackmail him with that picture of his but I will save it for another ti. Let’s see what my bossy boss had in store for .
I certainly didn’t want his charity by any ans. I trusted him well, knowing he would never hurt . But play with , that I could certainly see happening.
A part of was intrigued and wished to just let this control slip and see what he had planned for .
"No charity. Since I sent it, I will earn the right to have you delete it. I will do it. Whatever you want, without rolling my eyes or saying a word." I gave in, and that smirk got ten tis worse than before, as he commanded in his guttural voice.
"Then co forward and remove these fake hair."
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