My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation
Chapter 91: Send Me A Text Daily

Chapter 91: Send Me A Text Daily

(Arata)

Olphi brought us breakfast while I got ready. My flight was for noon, so Caysir had enough time to get his stuff. He was only to accompany me on the flight, ensuring I reached my family safely. And I agreed with Karsten that with Caysir travelling with me, I would feel safe.

As usual, he had brought a lot for breakfast. I was in the mood for something quick, so I chose a cheese sandwich.

I gobbled down on it with creamy cappuccino, while Karsten sipped on his bitter coffee and had a gluten-free, sugar-free scone.

The man was going to lead himself to the early doors of lung cancer with his smoking, but sugar was where he drew the line.

Seeing him eat that scone was a pain. I could never.

Getting up, I sauntered to my kitchen and dug out the jar of cookies Grandma had sent for me. These cookies were to die for, and no one could resist them, not even my boss, who loved eating tasteless food.

With a naughty grin, I scrambled back to where he was sitting.

Opening the jar, I let the aroma of the cookies waft in the air and then extended it towards him. "Here, try this."

Karsten had occupied my lounger like royalty, occupying it with class.

He first gave me a scandalous look, and then his gaze wistfully dipped towards the large cookies, and I could see him resisting the temptation to grab the whole jar from me.

The battle in his mind and eyes continued for a few seconds and then he shook his head with his lips bunched together.

"I can’t, Arata. I don’t take sugar."

I rolled my eyes at him and made sure he saw.

"Seriously, one cookie won’t destroy your perfect body. Come on, just one. My grandma made these, you will like them," I persistently insisted, not backing down.

Maybe if he would eat something sweet now and then, he wouldn’t be so broody.

Temptation and my persistence won as he ducked his hand inside the jar and scooped one out and I screamed in triumph—inside my head.

"Just one," he said, more to himself and I shrugged my shoulders and mumbled under my breath.

"Good luck with that."

Carefully he took a small bite, placing the plate under it so he wouldn’t litter his suit with crumbs. Ever so careful.

I watched him with interest as his next bite was not so small and the next one got even larger. He finished it too quickly.

Greed descended in those black pools of his and they wavered towards me in a silent plea.

I smirked and extended the jar towards him.

"More?"

He quickly scooped out two more with a sheepish look. I wanted to throw my head back and laugh.

"That’s the amount of sugar I take in a month. You are spoiling me, Arata."

"It’s okay to take sugar once in a while. I will bring cookies for you—gluten and sugar-free so you can enjoy the goodness my grandma and mother bake."

Subtle hints of happiness sprinkled on his face like rainbow sprinkles on a doughnut.

"I will be looking forward to them. Ma used to make cookies and cakes for me, but when I changed my lifestyle she refused to make the sugar-free ones, telling me those were an abomination to cooking. She is set in her ways," he sadly confided in me and I could sense the disappointment.

"Don’t worry, I got you." Being as spoiled as I was, I never learned baking and always relied on Mom and Grandma.

Maybe it was time I asked them for the recipe and could bake for him. I knew he preferred home-cooked meals and stuff, especially those that had a touch of someone close.

He appreciatively nodded at me.

After breakfast, we got ready—Karsten for his office and me for returning to Angel City to meet my family. I had only told Zaylen so he could pick me up but left my visit as a surprise for others.

I had no intention of wearing the wig, so I did my hair into a bun and wrapped a scarf around my head to go with my jeans and a pink tulip top.

Grabbing my handbag, I was ready to head out. Stepping out of my room, I found Karsten waiting for me in his slate grey suit with a black shirt underneath and, as usual, no tie.

It fitted him so snugly without bunching on any part of his body. Exuding power and authority, he was every part the CEO of the Arsten Empire.

He was on a call with Miranda, standing near my window, staring out.

"I will be delayed, see to it that everything runs smoothly in my absence." He turned and his eyes finally wavered towards me as he ended the call.

I offered a small smile and saw his dark eyes brightening as they lingered on me for quite a while before he said.

"Shall we?"

"Yes." I let out a long breath and moved ahead. Turning off the lights in my apartment, we left it. Caysir and Olphi carried my luggage while Karsten remained by my side.

At the desk, I informed Swera that I was heading out of town and was not expecting anyone, so no one should be allowed up my apartment except Caysir and Karsten. She jotted their information down and we headed out.

Caysir held the door open as I climbed into Karsten’s car—he joined me from the other side. Soon we were headed towards the airport.

Caysir and Olphi were in the front seats. Karsten was giving Caysir a bunch of instructions. I sat silently, watching the city change and preparing for winter.

He then turned his attention towards me and began.

"I know your family will be more than capable of keeping you safe but if you want, I can ask Caysir to stay with you."

Lines of concern and worries ran deep on his forehead and I had to repress a smile at his care. For a man acting so cold, he cared too deeply. That icy demeanour seemed to be mostly for pretend purposes.

"I will be fine. Don’t worry." My smile widened.

"Just send me a text daily. Can you do that?" The creases of worry didn’t leave his forehead and he seemed to be clutching his fists too tightly as if stopping himself from touching me.

Did I make his control ebb away?

"Yes."

He then leaned in and whispered so only I could hear.

"You can send me similar voice notes as well. I won’t mind easing you if a need arises." My cheeks burned with abashment.

Did he need to embarrass me before I left? I bit into my lower lip.

He certainly did. How would Karsten be Karsten Chevalier if he didn’t challenge and test me just to see my reaction?

"That won’t be necessary. Like you, I have other means to satisfy myself," I whispered back and he could hardly contain the grin trying to spring out on his face.

"Yeah, I heard that before."

Thankfully, we arrived at the airport, and I was saved from the further embarrassing conversation.