My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation
Chapter 81: Can I Call You?

Chapter 81: Can I Call You?

(Arata)

I could have told him to drop me off near a cab and hitched a ride home, but I decided to trust him. If he wanted to do something to me, he would have by now.

The man only wished to devour me with his mouth and big fat rod between his legs.

I informed him of my street and building number and he took me right outside. The bike halted, disturbing the silence of the night, and I stepped down from it.

Unbuckling the helmet, I took it off and, taking out the gloves from my pocket; I placed them inside.

His legs stretched as he placed them on the dark grey road and turned to face me, his hands holding the handlebars.

With a saddened smile, I extended the helmet towards him and murmured.

"Thank you for another unforgettable night."

Letting go of the handlebar, he reached with his gloved hand and cupped the right side of my face.

"Don’t be sad. Whenever you wish to meet again, I will come pick you up and take you along."

Surrendering to his touch I closed my eyes for a second and relished the feeling. He let me soak in whatever warmth I wished before saying.

"Good night, Phoenix."

"Good night, Azul."

Extracting his hand, he pointed with his head so I could enter the building.

The guard stayed high alert, watching Azul but didn’t say anything since I was with him.

Taking heavy steps, I moved and extracted my card. Using it, I opened the main door and entered.

Azul started the bike and zoomed away, his head turned in my direction as he waved at me. A smile descended on my lips but an emptiness settled in my heart. I didn’t wish for him to leave.

With heavy footsteps, I made my way towards the elevator. The welcome desk was empty. The ride up to my apartment was an uneasy one. Horrible thoughts clouded my mind being alone in the elevator, but finally, the stupid ride ended, and I emerged victorious.

Soon I arrived outside my apartment and found Caysir impatiently waiting for me. He was making rounds outside my door.

Seeing me, all the grimness and seriousness disappeared as he beamed.

"Miss Arata, you are back."

"Caysir, I told you my friend will give me a ride home. Why are you still awake?" I asked, moving closer to him and shaking my head. I had kept the poor man awake.

"I was worried. It’s my job to be with you at all times and keep you safe."

"I am fine, Caysir. Stop worrying. Go to sleep. I will see you tomorrow." He respectfully bowed at me as if I was a queen and I had to shake my head.

"Caysir, we have talked about it. It’s not the middle ages. You do not have to bow to me."

He wholeheartedly smiled and moved towards the elevator.

"Good night, Miss Arata."

"Good night, Caysir."

I entered my apartment using the card key. Closing the door I made my way towards the lounger and flopped on it—hard.

Haww! What a night. What a dreamy man.

Only if I could have someone like him, but I knew this was just a phase for him where he was making me feel special, and soon his attention would be directed towards someone else, and I would be left wounded.

I knew I shouldn’t be getting attached to an internet sensation but I couldn’t help feeling drawn to his mysteriousness and the way he always more than satisfied me in physical affection.

It’s just physical, it will pass. I kept reassuring myself, but for the love of anything, I couldn’t put him out of my mind.

He had taken a permanent residence there and I could only imagine how I was ever going to evict him.

His smell still lingered on me, coating me. Not only his smell but his touch and feel still hovered over me like a second skin.

I could still feel him between my legs.

Damn! I reeked of him, and as much as I wished to sleep surrounded by his scent, I needed to take a shower and pee. To change these clothes and wear my comfortable pyjamas.

I pulled myself up and went to the washroom to take a shower. Once I had freshened up, I slipped under my quilt and grabbed my phone, hoping that Azul had sent me a message.

Instead, I saw Karsten’s messages first, souring my mood, so I didn’t open them.

Opening my fake profile, I found that Azul had sent me several. He didn’t disappoint.

My hands shook and the phone almost slipped from my hand.

My heart leapt in excitement even though I had just met him two hours ago.

Clicking on his messages, I began to read with an ear-to-ear grin on my face. As if Christmas had come early, and Santa had brought me the gift I had been wanting all year long.

{Phoenix! I can’t stop thinking about you. The taste of you, the inside of you...}

My legs clamped together at his words, he certainly knew how to make a woman swoon.

With his words and with his actions too.

{What are you doing? Are you thinking about me as well and the ride we enjoyed, with me buried inside you?} His second message was even dirtier than the first and an ache churned my inner folds.

How was he so smooth?

And then I read the third.

{I still haven’t washed my hand that was inside your softness. I can smell you...taste you...}

A warmth birthed inside me spreading to my core and heating my cheeks.

I was blushing, smiling, dreaming all at the same time.

Steadying my hands, I began to type back.

{That was the most memorable bike ride of my life and nothing can top it. Thank you for such an experience.}

His answer was instant as if he was waiting.

{Are you still awake? Can I call you? I want to see you.}

Wow! I didn’t see that coming. The excitement built up in my belly but I decided to tease him a bit.