My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 219: Meet Up With Azul

(Karsten)

"Let me come with you," I offered, knowing she would decline.

"No need, I am going with Caysir." Her voice seemed determined and yet hollow. Adjusting her scarf, she moved away from me and towards the door. She seemed to be carrying the weight of the whole world on her dainty shoulders, but not for long.

Getting up, I followed behind her and watched her leave with Caysir.

Once they were gone, I called Asbela and informed her.

"I am heading out for some work. Serve dinner to Ma and tell her not to wait up. I will be late."

"Yes, Sir," she politely answered.

Once she had disappeared into the kitchen, with quick pace, I arrived at my secret room. Excitement bubbled in my heart as I opened the closet and chose a leather jacket and skin-tight jeans.

This look will be perfect. I had to hide my eye colour, so I opted for blue lenses.

Extracting them from their container, I put them on, one by one and hid away the blackness of my eyes.

Next, I took out the voice-changing device and adjusted it behind my ear.

For the final touch, I chose a black balaclava mask which covered my neck and the entirety of my face and forehead, only leaving my eyes open.

Picking up my gloves and helmet, I adjusted them accordingly and was ready to ride out.

Swifty climbing on my bike, I put it in throttle and sped out into the winter air.

Soon, I hit the road, adrenaline rushing through my body. The freezing wind whipped past me, making everything just become a blur.

Finally, I was going to hold her in my arms. Make love to her, all night long. Let her be vulnerable. The thought of consoling her while holding her close made me speed up.

I wondered what made her change her mind to finally meet me in this persona?

Maybe she needed a break from my overwhelming presence and needed to blow out some steam.

Arriving outside her apartment building, I parked my bike and dismounted. Taking out my cellphone, I sent Arata a text.

{I am here.}

Her reply came immediately, letting me know her floor and apartment number, which I was already aware of.

Moving forward, I spotted my car was parked in the parking area a few cars away. Caysir sat alert inside.

Without engaging with him, I approached the building, and the guards let me in, having previously been informed by Arata.

Heading towards the elevator, I entered it with my helmet still on. The doors closed, and the lift began to move.

The thought of seeing her genuinely smile made my lips stretch in a small smile of my own.

She could unburden herself, and I would be there for her to listen to all the rants regarding me.

I was a hypocrite, but not for long. I was going to own her, reveal my true feelings for her and keep her safe, no matter the cost.

The elevator dinged, and the doors swung open. Stepping out, I reached her apartment. Pausing, I took a calming breath and softly knocked.

The door instantly swung open, and there she stood in a black silk nightgown with her fiery strands kissing her shoulders.

Her rosy cheeks, which had deflated in the past two weeks, were puffed out using makeup.

A smile adorned her plump lips, which I wanted to take between mine and eat them all night long.

Soft and juicy, it always reminded me of the strawberries she so loved to eat.

What a sight my prickly Blue Rose was. My cock began to strain against my tight jeans even by looking at her.

She was a goddess, and she was mine.

"Hi!" She wriggled her fingers at me and stepped aside so I could enter.

"Hey! Phoenix, long time." I stepped inside her apartment, and she closed the door behind me.

"Yeah, I had some things going on, but now I’ve got clarity," she spoke with such conviction and surety while pointing towards her lounger. "Please! Sit."

I flopped my ass down and took off my helmet. Placing it aside, I adjusted my balaclava mask while she slowly moved in front of me and stood watching.

My eyes drifted towards her, and there was this sheer determination on her face as her head slightly tilted and her smile widened.

I spread my legs and patted my thighs, inviting her. She didn’t hesitate and moved instantly.

Placing her hands on my shoulders, she swiftly cradled my thighs with her bent knees on both sides of my legs.

My hands found her curves, which had reduced in the last two weeks because she refused to eat properly.

Up close, her eyes seemed sunken, too; she had been crying too much.

Seeing her like this made my heart cry, but she wouldn’t be like this any more. Tomorrow, I will speak to her and make everything right.

We could make this relationship work, and I wouldn’t let her innocence be tainted.

I rubbed her soft curves, feeling the dips and valleys of her waist. Her voluminous breasts were right in front of my mouth. I could even make out the nipples.

Naughty Phoenix chose not to wear a bra.

"You appear weaker than before. You ought to take care of your health," I promptly said, and she woundedly smiled at me.

The smile that wrecked my heart like a boat that is thrown at merciless rocks by the angry sea.

My hands shifted towards her hips, and she lifted them, only to bring them down on my hands, trapping them there.

Her hands slowly shifted from my shoulders to my face and cupped my cheeks.

"I will now. I was too blinded recently. Thankfully, clarity found its way to me," she cryptically said, her unfazed gaze boring into mine.

"What happened? Share with me, Phoenix. You know I will always listen without judging."

There was a certain rigidness about her which I couldn’t place.

Something I couldn’t pinpoint, something was different, and it almost felt wrong.

Her hands dipped from my face to the hem of my Balaclava’s neck, and before I realised what she was doing, she pulled my mask up, removing it from my face, leaving it bare for her to see.

"You, you happened to me, Karsten Chevalier. You are a plague," she lashed out, venom dripped from every syllable, as I was left stunned at her action and tried to grab my hands from below her.

What had she done? And how did she know?