My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 317: Arata And Karsten’s Villa

(Arata)

It was almost morning when we arrived at the Isle of Dreams. Baba had arranged for a chauffeur and transport which would take us straight to the villa he had bought for us.

Karsten intertwined the fingers of his left hand with my right hand once as we exited the private jet. He took in the beautiful island from the top of the stairs with its lush green forests and white sand beaches.

The smells of the spring morning and natural hues of the rising sun welcomed us.

"I fulfilled my promise to you." I offered a gentle squeeze to his hand and his surprised gaze found me.

"It’s beyond what I had imagined. Can’t wait to spend the whole week with you here," he confessed, carefully guiding me down the stairs.

My heart warmed that he liked the place which held a special place for me.

Our car was waiting for us, the chauffeur placed our luggage inside the car and off we went towards our destination.

The winding road was narrow and flanked by dense trees that shadowed the road, constructing a natural canopy and blocking the sunlight.

Soon we arrived at the back side of the villa where the road ended. Karsten helped me out.

The hired house staff was waiting for us.

"Welcome! Mr and Mrs Karsten. I am Olia and will be your house help during your stay. " The kind lady in the white and red uniform welcomed us with garlands constructed from seashells and local flowers that grew on the island.

"Thank you! Olia." I held the garland she had placed around my neck and felt the softness of flowers and the hardness of shells under my fingertips.

Both of us took off our shoes and handed them over.

The chauffeur and the staff began to move our luggage while I dragged Karsten away, excited to see the villa and show it to him.

The salty wind and soft sand welcomed us as we neared the villa.

It came into view, glistening under the morning sun. Baba and Mom had chosen the one near theirs.

Similar to Sky Villa it was a stunning modern beachfront property designed with luxury and relaxation in mind.

"Wow! It’s perfectly designed, Arata." Karsten held my waist and placed his chin on the top of his head as we observed our new place.

Clean lines, geometric rectangular shapes, and a mix of white and red tones gave the structure a sleek, modern look.

The villa had been divided into two floors. An upper floor with a spacious balcony, partially covered by a stylish slatted red ceiling for shade and aesthetic contrast.

Floor-to-ceiling glass walls on both floors offered uninterrupted views of the ocean and would allow plenty of natural light to flood the interior.

The lower deck included sun loungers shaded by umbrellas and comfortable hanging egg chairs, perfect for lounging by the water.

Elegant floating steps led directly from the deck into the turquoise water, enhancing the villa’s seamless connection to the sea.

Surrounded by calm, clear waters and lush greenery, this villa was designed for peaceful, private living.

"It blends luxury, nature, and minimalist design beautifully—ideal for the two of us," I commented, arching my back against his hard muscular chest.

"Soon there will be three of us," he murmured from behind me and I giggled.

"Let’s go inside and check it out."

We entered through the glass door. The interior was soft brown wood and tinted glass. Simple and elegant with an open kitchen containing a white marble island.

Living room with bean bags and comfy sofas. A fireplace and a white and red rug were in the centre of the living space. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

The bedroom was in the other corner, while a winding wooden staircase led to the top, where two more rooms were located.

Our luggage had been placed in the bedroom on the ground floor, and Olia waited for the next order.

"We will have breakfast outside on the deck. Pancakes, tropical fruits, bagels and orange juice," I informed her and she respectfully bowed.

"Come let’s freshen up and have breakfast," I asked Karsten, who was still observing our place with his hands elegantly tucked in his pants pockets. His shoulders stood broad against the back of his shirt.

He let me guide him away towards our bedroom. It had a similar vibe to the rest of the villa with red and white panelling. A huge wooden bed with loads of pillows and a comfy mattress.

A red chaise lounge accompanied by a coffee table. The dark wood closet was in the corner for all our essentials and an adjoining washroom completed the place.

"So cosy that I want to climb into bed and sleep." Karsten stifled a yawn, eyeing the bed. With all our festivities and wedding processes, neither of us had slept much in the last week.

"Let’s have breakfast and explore a bit, and then we will get some sleep," I urged him, and he nodded, opening the second button of his dull grey shirt with his left hand.

The grace with which he did that single-handedly came naturally to him. The veins lined the back of his hand and I couldn’t help but imagine all the sinful things his fingers had done to me and will do.

Before my hormones made me more unstable I peeled my eyes off him and grabbed my suitcase to hurl it over the bed and open.

Karsten understood my intention. "No, Arata. Wait." He moved like a panther and his hand grabbed the suitcase from me with a tiny crease appearing on his forehead.

"Don’t lift any weight. That’s why I am here." He swung the suitcase over the bed and fluidly opened the zipper for me.

I smiled at his concerns and hugged him sideways, rubbing my face on his forearm.

"That’s why I love you, hubby dear."

"Then be a good wifey and don’t try to lift anything else. Understood?" He rubbed my head as if I were his favourite cat, clinging to him for affection.

"Yes, Boss! Sir! Master!" I cheerfully and mischievously answered, making him let out a hearty laugh.

"My beautiful Phoenix." His voice dropped after that, taking on a dark whisper. "Go get changed. I want to ravish you after breakfast. I am starving."

Our gazes collided, and I observed the primal hunger in his.

"Can’t wait, husband dear." I winked before bending down to pick the tackiest lingerie I had packed.

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