My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 213: Caught Slimy Handed

(Karsten)

After hitting the gym and taking a bath, I decided to head to my secret room underground.

The desire to mount my bike and head out spiralled inside me, but the fucking storm had me stranded.

It was going to last another day or two, with howling winds and more snow coming in. Olphi and others had been toiling hard to keep the gardens and road outside clear of the snow.

I busied myself with making a video, but didn’t upload it.

Anything to keep my mind distracted and not spiral towards her. The self-control was on the edge, and I wasn’t sure how long I could restrain myself.

Deciding to do it later after properly editing it, I exited the secret room and headed to the kitchen to drink my protein shake.

To my surprise, Arata was already there, filling the jug with water. She didn’t glance at me while I extracted the bottle from the fridge and began to drink the liquid.

Finally turning towards me, I observed that her face was flushed. My gaze dropped, and her chest was heaving as if she had been running.

"Intense workout?" She tried to casually ask, but her eyes had this smidge of fear creeping into them.

Was she afraid of me?

And she never initiated conversation with me when we were alone, so why the casual question?

I separated the bottle from my lips and answered, "Yes, just finished." I raked my fingers through my hair, pulling them away so they wouldn’t fall into my eyes.

The fear and questions in her eyes intensified. I didn’t understand the expression she held as she stared at me as if trying to decipher a puzzle that had been thrown at her.

I noticed that she had changed the dress, but the ruby earrings still adorned her ears.

She must have liked them to be still wearing them. I hoped she wouldn’t take them off and throw them in my face once we retired to the room.

Seeing her frozen with her hands trembling, I asked.

"Are you alright?" Something was definitely wrong with her, and she was trying too hard to conceal it.

"Yes, I should get some sleep," she abruptly answered, clutching the glass jug closer to her chest as she moved out of the kitchen and headed towards the stairs.

I dumped the empty bottle in the sink and followed behind her. Her shoulders seemed tense as she climbed quickly, seeming jumpy.

Entering the room, she placed the jug on the table and walked over to the bed, slipping into it without making eye contact.

Something was definitely buzzing her, and I had to find out what.

I approached the closet and pulled out my pillow and quilt. Walking out, I glanced in her direction, and she was lost in her phone.

Her face was a picture of pain; whatever she was watching didn’t seem pleasant.

Could it be that she was threatened again?

Did her stalker send her a text?

"Did something happen? Or did someone say something?" I asked, dumping my pillow and quilt on the sofa. My whole focus had been shifted to her.

Her head snapped up from her screen, and she offered me a mixed look as if undecided on what to say to me.

She hesitated, I could sense the gears in her mind working as if to trust me or not and then she finally blurted out.

"No!" Putting away her phone, she slipped under the quilt and even covered her face so I wouldn’t be able to see her.

A small smile erupted on my lips seeing her petty action, but I didn’t push her. She appeared like the queen of this villa today in that elegant dress Ma had chosen for her.

I dimmed down the lights and lifted the panels to reveal the skylight ceiling.

Slipping under the quilt, I placed both my hands under my head and began observing the delicate snowflakes falling on the glass, it was still snowing outside.

So many thoughts ran through my brain, but the most disturbing one was what I had to do about this girl, sleeping in my bed.

I couldn’t keep hurting her. My thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of my phone. Taking it out, I checked the messages, and it was from the IT expert I had asked to look into our system.

I knew someone had hacked it and sent all those videos to Arata, I needed to know who and how.

{Sir, I checked the system very thoroughly. Hackers leave an electronic signature, and I found one, but it’s so well encrypted that I can’t access it. I will need more time because I have a few friends who can look into it and decode it.}

I knew whoever it was had to be a hacker to get the information only I had access to, and I was right.

Go ahead, but I need answers, and I need them quick. I typed back and hit send. My mind roamed as I tried to narrow down who the culprit could be.

Urisa’s name also came to the forefront, and I knew Arata’s problems began after Urisa discovered her existence. It was highly likely she had hired people to get her dirty work done. It wouldn’t be the first time for her.

Previously, Urisa had threatened a girl I had been seeing and had tried to make her life hell while staying in the shadows. The girl had given up because of Urisa’s obsession with me, and since she used to have Ma’s full support, I was only able to threaten her to stay out of my business.

Olphi was already looking into the matter and trying to find any connection with Urisa. If she turned out to be the woman behind Arata’s misfortunes, I swore to myself I would lock her up in a place where she would never see the light of day again.

Arata’s small snores now filled the room, and a smile jotted down my lips. Like herself, even her snores were cute. At least she was sleeping peacefully for now.

Taking out the smutty voice note she had sent Azul and then to me as well by mistake, I plugged in my earbuds and hit play on repeat. Her moans were the only lullaby I needed to hear before sleeping.

In no time, I got hard, my dick strained against my trousers begging to be let out.

Fuck! Now I needed a release. My hand slipped inside my trousers and grabbed my straining thickness.

Palming it, I began to move in rhythm with her needy moans ringing non-stop in my ear.

Restraining my own moans, I fastened my movements, hoping I wouldn’t wake her up, but when she whimpered in my ear, a grunt of frustration left me.

Pre cum leaked out the tip as I squeezed and my hard skin rubbed against the soft one. My balls almost exploded when her needy whimpers echoed and synced with my movements. My back almost arched.

"Arghhh!" I exploded in my trousers, making a mess of them. My hard dick went flaccid in my hand as relief weaved its way through me.

I sighed and turned off the audio, pulling out my earplugs.

Now I needed to shower.

As I got up, I heard her irritated voice come from under the quilt.

"Next time, go inside the bathroom for your masturbation..."

Embarrassment coated every inch of me.

She had caught me.