Chapter 21: His Secret Identity
(Karsten)
What an intriguing woman Arata was. She never cowered, knew how to defend herself, didn’t fall into my feet, didn’t get provoked when I gave her a tough time and spoke her mind.
And she was curvy not the skeleton which women preferred to be due to the beauty pageants and fashion industry.
I wanted to play with her.
All the qualities I admired in a woman, Arata seemed to carry.
She went straight to her office and that’s when I logged into my alternative account and texted her. I had zoomed in earlier and found her username.
Opening the live camera footage on my laptop I watched her settle down in her chair and excitedly open the message I had just sent her.
’Desperate Princess.’ I could hardly control my laughter from slipping out. That was definitely not her real account. I observed she had started following mine about a week ago and liked every video I had posted.
My naive fake girlfriend was unaware that the man she was drooling over in her free time was her boss.
’Twisted Rider’ was my secret identity, my escape from the twisted and hectic world I lived in. A self-made persona where I was free to do as I pleased with no one to judge my behaviour or anyone to interfere with it. Only strangers drooling over me and my body with no strings attached.
I had millions of subscribers and my fans relished my content. Bikes were my passion and biker boys were every woman’s wet dream.