My Idol Boyfriend (18+)

Pilot (Smut Warning)

For Pepper Chantara Pongsak, it was tough working at an entertainment company--as a smaller company, they didn't have that many employees. Therefore, everyone knew everyone's business. It was hard to keep secrets around the company, especially with there being a no dating policy to be upheld no matter what position an employee held—the son of the company CEO, model, and actor— who was one of the biggest superstars in Thailand and possibly Asia.

And more importantly.

He worked very, very hard.

Beginning as a child star at the age of seven starring in an advertisement for children's school uniforms, he seemed to captivate the hearts of citizens. Now at twenty-three, he was one of the most recognizable faces in both real life and online. He had also formed a boyband with his three childhood friends, 'BROTHER BROTHER'.

And he was her boyfriend.

Of course, Pepper had her chest puffed up like a proud peacock. She was past her twenties and well into her thirties, and wasn't interested in dating until Film flirted with her. She was a single weed--not even a flower. Although she felt comfortable with the reality of not being anyone's other half, her mother was concerned.

Her daughter had seen her marriage fail and was afraid that why she wouldn't get a grandchild in the future.

However, that changed when she met Film Sunan Metharom.

"Film, are you having fun?"

"Nothing, I'm just admiring my cute girlfriend."

Pepper laughs, fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt. He loves to say embarrassing things—he doesn't exactly have a filter, at least around her he didn't. She continues to speak with a frustrated tone.

"I'm trying to wear your spare shirt as a cover-up. Gosh, I think this is too small for me."

"Eh? You know, we could just stay here, Mrs. Metharom." His deep voice warmed her skin up to a soft, russet flush. At her age, blushing about things was silly. Was the young man in front of her? Ah, he made her feel like a girl in love.

"Mrs. Metharom? We're not married, silly." She replied, continuing to struggle with the shirt on her. Seeing her frustration, he chuckles, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Do you hate being called it, then?" He asks, staring at her with those cool, dark brown eyes that Pepper had come to love. He glances into hers, coming close--close enough that his breath cooly rests against her cheek.

"Of course not. I adore it." 'Not even that, I'm actually screaming inside with joy,' She adds quietly in her thoughts. Every time he looked at her in such a loving way, she felt something stir deep inside her.

That was another thing: Why, why was this man so handsome?

Film seemed to exude it.

Especially in moments where he's caught off guard, he's guaranteed to make any girl swoon. Maybe it's because he's been a celebrity for so long, that he had appeal he couldn't turn off. It affected her, a lot.

It made her jealous whenever he'd use that whenever he worked but when he used it on her?

She couldn't stay mad at him for anything he did.

"Hmmm. You know, although it's too small, I didn't think you'd look so cute in my shirt. Are you trying to turn me on, Pepper?" Pepper glanced down the shirt. They had a company gathering celebrating its thirtieth anniversary—she had bumped into a newcomer that spilled wine all over her blouse. Although knowing the attitudes of the women at their office when it came to Film Metharom, it might have been on purpose.