Love Lost

Karmic Cycle

Forth POV

There came a time that I became too busy at work. Our planned expansion was coming into fruition and I needed to devote more time for it. In effect, I had to work overtime and always come home late almost everyday exhausted. Because of this, I had less time to spend with Wayo, meaning less sex time with him.

This sparked Wayo's return to his old lifestyle. At first, it was just once in a while that he will not come home from partying. But as I get even busier, his partying became more frequent. Personally, I wanted to let him. After all, I was the one who was not doing my part of our bargain.

But what can I do? The more the plans for the expansion was being realized, the more time that I needed to devote to it and less time for Wayo. I'm sure as a fellow scion of a business empire, he can understand what's going on with my life.

That's what I thought until the elder Panichasayawad asked my help to put some senses to his heir again. Apparently, Wayo had stop coming to the office altogether. We don't see each other at my condo because I come in late and leave early. Sometimes I even stay overnight at my office since I have fresh clothes there. Of course, I assured Uncle Chris that I will do as he asked. Perhaps it's time to do another compromise with my young lover.

I set aside some time to talk to Wayo. Earlier that day, I messaged him to skip his partying for today so we can have a proper conversation. I received a reply from him late in the afternoon. He didn't want to. But I pressed further and we argued. Eventually, we agreed that he'll come home for dinner. He just needed to attend to something first.

I told my staff that I'll be going home early that day to attend to some personal matters. Perks of being the boss, I can go home whenever I want. Good thing I was blessed with capable staff so my little segue for my love life will not affect the outcome for the expansion.

I brought home some take out from Wayo's favorite resturant. I think it would be proper for us to talk over things over dinner.

As I was setting the table, there was a memory that suddenly flashed in my mind. It was a happy memory of the times I was still with Beam. Never once did I set the table when he was around, it was already prepared by the time it was to eat.

"A king should always be served his meal." I remember Beam telling me when I asked him why he always do what he do. For him, it's automatic that he serves me because that's how he shows his love for me. And I never once ate takeout then, Beam always insisted that I eat homecooked meals because it's much more nutritious and filled with love. No matter how tired he was, Beam will always prepare a meal for me. And he instinctively knows whenever I need something like food and beverage, he always surprises me that it was already prepared once I ask for it.

I smiled as I finished setting the table. It was a happy memory with Beam indeed.

I stretched after feeling accomplished with my small chore. I walked to the living room couch and decided to wait for Wayo there. But more flashes of memories with Beam came. When I looked at the direction of the veranda, I can see an image of Beam sitting on the seat there. It was his usual spot while waiting for me to come home during his off days. I turned to look at the kitchen, there I saw a ghostly image of Beam's back and the sound of expert chopping. It was his birthday and he prepared his favorite dish for me to try. He didn't want any lavish celebration. He just wanted to spend it with me and his family.

Every corner of my condo, there was a memory that reminded me of Beam. He made this artificial space of mine...

...a home.

That was my last thought before the fatigue of not having enough rest for months finally caught up with me. The memories of Beam relaxed me and slowly, I closed my eyes then drifted to sleep.