My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 111: Are You Running A BDSM Club

(Karsten)

I had never opened that room for anyone but her and she emerged from it in colours of delicious cotton candy.

My Blue Rose knew how to tempt and I was here for it. Her hair had been so meticulously done that it was hard to keep my eyes off her. The way the bodice hugged her breasts, it was impossible to not stare and stare. Because I knew how their softness felt in my rough hands.

She picked up the napkin and spread it on her lap.

We began to eat and I dismissed Asbela. Seeing that we were alone I confided in her.

"I have shared the text and number with my detective. Most likely, the number will be a burner number, but let’s see if we can get any leads."

"Should I block the number?" She quietly asked, halting her fervour eating. The smile she had been carrying suddenly disappeared, and I hated the gloomy look on her face.

It made me wonder what I was going to do if she was to cry in front of me now?

I couldn’t even see her sad.

"Yes, and I think you should get a new number. Just share it with the few people you trust. If it gets leaked out, at least we will have a list of the people who had your number," I suggested, cutting into my salmon, collecting a small piece on the edge of my fork and placing it into my mouth.

"Makes sense. Will do that."

"I will ask Olphi to get you a new number." She absentmindedly nodded at my words and just played with her food.

To bring her out of these thoughts, I spoke again.

"Your dress will arrive tomorrow for the event. I had it specially designed. Let me know your thoughts on it."

Some colour returned to her cheeks.

"Acting like a perfect boyfriend. If I didn’t know better, I would say, you were spoiling me." She turned her head and gave me a tight smile.

"Can’t help it. Have to act the part." I offered a small shrug with my arms on the table and hands holding up a fork and the cutting knife.

"Of course. What’s with Asbela calling you master? Don’t you think it’s a bit cringey? Perverts like to be called masters in this era. What are you running? A BDSM club?" She boldly asked, picking up her wine glass and placing her juicy lips on the rim of the glass. I could drink from those lips all night long; they were so rich in nectar.

"Maybe, there could be a hidden dungeon in my basement where I keep all my kinky tools. Want to see after the dinner?" I placed the knife down, and it made a clicking sound against the marble plate.

"Eewww!" Arata’s cute nose bunched up in disgust and her lips flattened. I had to fight back a chortle at her expressions, she always wore them so openly.

"Rethinking your decision of joining my company?" I deliberately teased, picking up my wine glass and taking a small sip.

"No, I needed to see if anyone was willing to hire me without considering my last name and you did. I have no regrets, I am actually proud and enjoy my job."

Her words made me realise, she could never know that we singled her out and hired her. She would be devastated, especially her confidence would take a major blow.

"If only you would learn how to make coffee too." I placed my glass back and purposely shifted my gaze from her, knowing she would be huffing.

"If only you will learn to give a compliment. One could always dream, but not all desires can come true," she retorted, and I had to bite my lower lip to not smile.

This bickering with her was so refreshing, I had never enjoyed such conversations with any woman.

It was usually.

Fucking! More fucking till she wouldn’t be able to speak or walk properly, buy her expensive gifts and send her on her way.

But here was this Phoenix, proudly wearing the rose pendant I had given her and having proper conversations with me over dinner.

I had even brought her to my house. I didn’t bring women to my sanctuary, but she was not any woman; she was my Blue Rose–unique and precious.

I only had to ensure she never discovered my underground parking lot and my other personalities. Although it was highly unlikely, I had to be cautious about it.

"Try the souffle, I know you have quite the sweet tooth." I pointed towards the dish and she clamped her open mouth with her hand.

"It totally slipped my mind, but Grandma has sent cookies for you. I will give you the jar after dinner."

A warming sensation tightly gripped my heart. She had remembered, and she had brought homemade cookies for me. Although I had the best chefs who could cook me anything I pleased, the taste of her grandma’s cookies was unforgettable. When she had offered me some at her apartment a few days ago, I had wanted to grab the whole jar from her.

"I appreciate that. Can you bring it to my room later?" I picked up the napkin and dabbed at my mouth.

"Which one is your room?" she innocently asked, digging into her souffle with relish. Somehow it immensely satisfied my heart to see her eat with such enthusiasm.

"It’s right next to yours. The one with the black door."

She meaningfully snorted and answered without looking at me.

"Of course! I will bring them, and I am sure the hue of your room will be black, too."

I leaned back in my chair and meaningfully stared at her.

"Why don’t you come and see, instead of guessing? Maybe you will be surprised, A.r.a.t.a." I deliberately dragged out her name. It felt good on my lips.

"I can bet it will be black or some very dark grey or navy blue." She made educated guesses.

"What if you lose the bet?" I asked, angling my body towards her and tapping my fingers on the wooden table.

"Haw! What then? I am not going to lose."

"Will you give me a good night kiss?" I shamelessly asked and waited for her answer.