My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation
Chapter 75: The Room Of Mirrors

Chapter 75: The Room Of Mirrors

(Arata)

Over the week Caysir moved into my apartment building and pretty much became my shadow. Although he was cool and tried to keep out of my way except when I needed him, I still felt a grilling sense of frustration at not being able to move freely.

I knew Karsten meant well but I couldn’t help giving him a cold shoulder and only spoke to him when it was extremely necessary.

He noticed that and tension between us grew.

It was the weekend and I had planned on meeting Azul. The only problem was dodging Caysir.

I spoke to Azul, and he told me to come to Super Mall. He promised to pick me up from there through the back route and drop me home safely later.

I chose a skin-tight Azul shirt, a black leather jacket and pants with black combat boots. Since he promised me a bike ride, I was dressed accordingly.

"Drop me at Super Mall, a friend will drop me home later, so you don’t have to worry," I informed Caysir while settling in the backseat of my car.

Caysir seemed slightly unsettled at my decision.

"Miss Arata, I can wait for you."

"No, I will be home late. It’s the weekend, and I want to enjoy it," I told him flatly, and he started the car.

"As you wish, ma’am. But if you need me to pick you up, just give me a call," he respectfully stated.

"I will."

We arrived outside Super Mall and I stepped out of the car as Caysir opened the door for me.

"Have a fun night, Miss Arata." He followed me till we had reached inside the mall and only left when I assured him it was fine.

Once he was gone, I checked my cell phone. Azul had texted me.

{There is a haunted house on the third floor, come there. I am waiting.}

Thrilling excitement ran like sparks of electricity all over my skin. I quickened my pace and soon arrived at the required floor, avoiding heaps and heaps of excited shoppers. The mall was brimming with people as they rushed to grab their favourite products from weekend sales.

I, on the other hand, was looking for the masked man who had spun my world like no other.

Reaching the Horror House, I found the building was painted black and red with a huge masked figure on the entrance door. Even the ticket boys at the entrance had on black uniforms and skull masks. I paid for my ticket, and they handed me a mask too, made of some cheap plastic material.

Putting it on, I entered the dark place. My heart increased its pace. I wasn’t much of a fan of horror houses. I enjoyed exploring them only with Baba since Mom seemed to hate them; I was always his company.

The place had only dim red light, which seemed to be emerging from the corners, adding to the eerie feeling of the place. Smoke machines churned out smoke to add to the haunting feeling. Cobwebs spun from some thin plastic hung from the ceiling and walls with gigantic spiders crawling all over.

Eeww!

The ground under me shook and split open as a huge caterpillar-like creature with sharp teeth emerged from it and tried to grab my leg.

I sidestepped it with a cringed face and moved forward, trying not to scream.

A door with a full-length mirror appeared and my phone chimed with a message.

Glancing at it I found Azul’s message.

{Follow the mirror}

I guessed it meant to enter the mirror room.

Pushing the door open, I entered the room with mirrors lining the whole place and was left stunned.

The room seemed to create an illusion of infinite space with cleverly placed mirrors. There were no visible walls. The boundaries of the room seemed to disappear, creating a sense and feeling of being thrown into an endless, otherworldly realm.

The door closed behind me, and the room turned into a glass cube with white light bouncing and dancing off the mirrors, creating a very bright atmosphere.

Something moved and reflected in all the mirrors.

Up, down.

Left, right.

Front, back.

The tall figure of Twisted Rider came into view, donning leather pants with suspenders and a white button-down which hugged his broad frame. The gold mask he had on seemed to have been constructed from some kind of dull metal. It added to his mysteriousness as its ends slipped below his neck, completely covering it.

He leaned against one of the mirrors and was reflected on all sides of me; he was everywhere, and the very thought ran through me like tequila shots.

Hands tucked deep into the pockets of his leather pants. The feet, clad in high boots, were crossed at the ankles as he stood against the mirror like a statue.

I knew his eyes were on me and even the very thought made my cheeks heat up.

"Phoenix!" He slowly called out, his hypnotic voice echoing all around me.

"Come!" The command was given with such a masterfully controlled but forceful voice that my knees felt weak and I forgot to move, staring at his graceful figure.

Perfection, he was total perfection from head to toe.

I should have said ’hi!’ but my lips refused to move.

Propelling myself forward I finally took a few steps towards him. He didn’t move a muscle, letting me come to him.

Once I was in range, he reached out with his leather-clad gloved hands and pulled me into his embrace. Like a starved man, he hugged me to his hard chest, pulling off my fake hair. My vermilion locks spilt out and spread on my shoulders. His hands slipped into my hair as he buried his nose into them.

"Gorgeous, so fucking gorgeous," he huskily groaned and I wasn’t sure if he was referring to my hair or me.

My hands went behind his corded back as I felt the rippling muscles under my fingertips.

"Why are you so soft?" He whispered, his voice coming out intoxicated.

That was a rhetorical question. I was a woman, women are soft. He just wanted to feel me against his rugged physique.

"I can also ask. Why are you so hard?" I tried to keep my voice confident but I was sure half of my words drowned in my throat.

I appeared to squeak like a mouse who was being hugged by a big brawny cat.

To my surprise, he throatily chuckled and rubbed his masked nose into my hair.

"You came. Your boss didn’t give you trouble?" He asked in what sounded like a gruff voice. I wondered again what he used to enhance his voice like that. My hands dropped from his back as I took a small step back.

"Let’s not sour our mood by talking about that, Never Melting Iceberg," I mumbled in annoyance. My lips automatically pouted, and my brows came together.

He threw his head back and laughed for a few good seconds while still holding me. That scowl disappeared from my forehead and I joined him, knowing he was one person I could openly bitch about Karsten with.

Right?