Owner of the heart

Prologue

High school reunion class 2010.

I asked my self for the umpteenth time what am I doing here. Parties were never my thing. Socializing alone gives me the hives.

Conversations blurred around me and faces swirl infront of my face making my head spin.

But hearing one deep, male laughter coming from the other table made me remember why I came in the first place.

It was to see him.

Him pertaining to Mew Suppasit Jongcheveevat. The most popular guy in my school from then, till now.

He was the class president, head of the student body and was always at the top of the class.

He is everything anyone would aspire to be.

Handsome, rich, smart and successful.

He is running his own business now. A CEO at such a young age.

Nothing changed.

Even dressed in jeans and plain white tee, he dominates the room. A god surrounded by mortals.

People were always drawn to him.

Even to me he's an enigma that I couldn't quite comprehend. But like a moth to a flame, there's something in him that fascinates me up to this day.

He caught me staring. He held my eyes as he continue talking to his adoring crowd.

I can tell my face is going red but didn't dropped the gaze even when it's getting harder and harder to breathe.

I saw his brow raised for the tiniest bit before he flashed an amused smirk before someone blocked my view.

"Hiiiiii. Why are you sitting here all alone?" A girl with syrupy voice approached.

She was smiling as I stared at her blankly, trying to remember who she was.

The smile drops. "I'm Len. We were seatmates senior year."

Ah, yes. A flicker of memory here and there.

Satisfied that she's not completely forgotten, she offered the plate she's been holding and places it on my table. "Here, you can have this. It's the best."

Her best is a shrimp cocktail.

I can almost feel my throat closing up just by looking at it. But before I could say anything, the plate was push out of the way and was replaced by.. burger and fries?

"I'd appreciate it if you don't kill my newest employee anytime soon. I still need him," said the voice that made all the hairs on my body stand in attention.

Len and I both turned to Mew, who places one of his hands at the back of my chair.

"Mew," Len sighed wistfully, a little too breathless if you ask me. "I just want Gulf to try the shri—"

"He's allergic," Mew cut her off.

My heart skips a beat hearing him say that.

He remembered. I had this one tiny incident from the past and he remembered.

Len did a double take. "Gosh. Sorry I didn't know." To her credit, she really sounds honest. And then she caught Mew's earlier words. "Wait. Gulf is working for you?"

I reached for my forgotten iced tea, took a sip, and almost choked when both of Mew's hands moved to my shoulders before proudly announcing to all those willing to listen, "Why, yes. You see Gulf here just signed a contract to endorse my company's newest product."

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