My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 103: Frustrated Twisted Rider

(Karsten)

Nothing and absolutely nothing felt good with Arata gone. There was no one to peek inside my office in the morning with a cheerful smile and naughty expression.

No one to bring me the worst kind of coffee I had ever tasted.

She literally sucked at making coffee and yet I enjoyed it whenever she would carry my morning cup with her charming smile and a witty remark.

My watch had been sending me sharp retorts, sensing my mood was horrible.

I snapped at Miranda and then at Ranold. While the former rushed away with an apology the latter settled in a chair opposite me and demanded in his quirky way.

"Why are you acting so stuck up? Not getting laid?"

His blonde hair was styled with gel today while naughtiness danced in his icy blue eyes.

I paused, signing the papers he had brought me, and shot him a deep and scrutinising look which screamed murder before returning to my file again.

This didn’t deter him; sometimes, he refused to back down or understand I wasn’t in the mood to hear his quips and retorts.

"I can recommend a few girls. They are pretty skilled and stretchy..." he added with his usual hints of mischief, winking at me.

My sharp gaze returned to him and I grumbled.

"I don’t need anyone. Let me focus on my work."

He placed his hand under his chin and rubbed it thoughtfully before announcing.

"Maybe the absence of a particular secretary, or should I say your girlfriend, is making you act like a caged lion?"

He understood my moods too well.

Was it that obvious?

Why did Ranold always need to speak the truth so openly?

"She is on her vacation, let her be, and no, it’s not because of that. If all of you could just do your jobs properly, I wouldn’t have to repeat myself again and again. The meeting with the board of directors is coming up and I don’t want any sloppiness." I closed the file and pushed it towards him.

The asshole was smiling like the Grinch and I wished to punch his face.

"It is because of your beautiful Arata. I know you are planning to take her along. No blame because I understand how you feel." He offered me a sympathetic smile.

The word beautiful from his mouth for her disturbed my peace on so many levels.

Couldn’t he leave Arata alone?

I continued to glare at him while leaning back and tapping my desk with the pen I had just used to sign the papers.

"Get to work," I ordered and pointed to the door with my eyes.

"Fine, fine. You and your moods," he mumbled, grabbing the file and getting up with a sigh.

Once he was gone, I checked my phone to see if Arata had texted me or the Twisted Rider persona.

To my dismay, she hadn’t.

Where was she?

How difficult was it to send me one text?

Annoyed, I opened the gallery on my phone and extracted the picture she had sent to my other self.

The cuteness, the vulnerability, the allure and the appeal. All had been crammed into Arata and I couldn’t help but stare and stare.

To observe her beautiful oval face, the perfect slants of her neck, the spread of her strawberry hair.

Thinking of strawberries, I wanted to go home, extract her shorts and wear them for the night.

What was I even thinking?

If anyone could hear my thoughts in that instant, they would think I was a pervert or even worse, someone madly in love.

This was getting out of hand and if I didn’t control myself, this was going to turn into a disaster.

Maybe, I should take Ranold’s advice and fuck a random woman to get Arata out of my system, even if it was for a short time.

But the mere thought made my dick go flaccid. Revulsion washed over me like the winter rain, turning my body cold instead of hot.

She was my wildfire now who kindled my body with her mere touch. She set the very blood in my veins ablaze.

I didn’t want to touch anyone else.

So what were my options in her absence? Now that the sex was off the table.

The idea clicked.

It was time to go for a bike ride and shoot another video.

Maybe, if she would see it, she would text on my Twisted Rider account and I would be able to speak to her.

Since the second incident had taken place with her she hadn’t texted me on the Azul account.

I could only hope, she didn’t think that I was the one behind the threats.

Trust is a very thin line, like a silken thread. It takes days to be woven and could be broken with one little cut of a knife or scissors, taking a split second.

As Azul, I had developed a trust system with her so she could open up, but this new development could be a hindrance, and I needed to assure her that she was safe with me, with both of me.

It was my third personality which frightened me and the one I never wished to share with her.

The day dragged like a sloth, and every few minutes, I checked my phone, waiting for her message to drop.

After the office, I asked Olphi to take me home. My home was my sanctuary, and other than my family, I never brought anyone there.

Asbela was waiting for me with her signature smile.

"Master, would you like dinner?" She questioned with severance.

"No, I am going out. I am not hungry," I informed her while making my way up the stairs to my room.

Taking a quick shower, I jerked myself against the shower wall but it only made me more horny.

Playing her voice note made me so hard as if I could burst.

Damn! The frustration, sexual and emotional, was taking a toll on me.

I needed to get out of the house.

Changing into a navy blue vintage leather outfit, I adjusted the voice enhancer behind my ear and exited my room to head over to my underground secret garage.

Only Olphi and I knew of its existence and could access it. The place acted as my studio, garage and safe place where I could record my videos and be myself.

Using my handprint on the sensor, I let the thick metal door whirl open and entered the place. Only mine and Olphi’s handprints granted access to this place. The blue neon lights automatically switched on.

The space was extensive and vast. My two heavy bikes and sports car were lined up near the outer gate. The other side held my equipment which I needed to shoot my videos with. A couch and a small refrigerator to keep beers and chocolates. There was a cabinet for tools and other essential supplies.

I shut the door behind me and advanced towards my favourite bike—the bike of the Twisted Rider.

Grabbing my black helmet from the seat, I put it on, along with my leather gloves.

Smooth, it always ran like a panther into the night, and I loved it. It was my favourite vehicle without a doubt.

From what I had seen last time, Arata loved it too. Stroking the area where she had lay while I had made love to her, I could only think about her soft body and delicious curves.

My mouth salivated at her thought as my fingers traced the shiny surface of my bike.

Thrill ran under my skin like waves of hot electric current.

Excited and turned on, I needed to head out.

’Let’s go for a spin. The outside would do me good, and maybe some fresh air would lessen this mounting frustration inside me,’ I thought to myself.

Pushing the button on the wall, I opened the opposite door, which would let me exit through a small underground tunnel. It came out on the surface, away from my home.

Checking for safety measures, I mounted my bike.

A small camera I had installed in the handle of the bike so I could record myself and edit the videos later for uploading. Turning it on, I stared into it and said while speeding up.

"Who wants to go for a ride with, Twisted Rider?"

I released the brakes, gently twisted the throttle, and headed for the exit.

The bike began to silently move into the night and I sped up while staring into the camera.

The voice changer had the setting to make my voice appear dark and sexy. I slowly whispered into the night.

"Nights are lonely without you and there is nothing like your soft body and luscious curls. Do you miss me as much as I do?"

Hoping my words would reach her. This was solely for my Blue Rose.

Was she as frustrated as I was?

Or was I the only one losing my mind?